"In answer to Aly's question, yes. I found this sword through telepathic searches about six months ago. I brought the sword into my Ancient Swordplay fencing class, and after the session was over I showed it to my sensei."
Seyarra shook her head sadly, a faint smile on her lips. "He was blown away. Sensei teaches swordplay the way the ancient Greeks did - start them young, and progress fast with real weapons. I took the class originally because I needed something destructive to do so I could vent the anger that built up from dealing with Day all the time.
"Sensei was alive when Naturia was destroyed, and he said that I had found the sword of the ancient Fyres. He told me the whole story in an excited whisper, and that set off my intrigue to know everything about what may or may not have been my past."
Seyarra turned away at that point, facing the darkening sky. "Then one of the instructors relayed to me the devastating news. Sensei had died in his bed that night, from an unknown malady that was cureless and quick. It was then I vowed to renew Naturia; Sensei had wantd me to."
This was the most emotional, heartfelt thing Seyarra had ever said aloud. She did not turn back to the others; her face averted, she stared out at the shadows of craggy ountains on the horizon. This was no time to crack. She would be strong, like her demeanor dictated. She would be strong.