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Going to a fight with a specialization as a Mounted fighter and without said Mount is an epitome of stupidity.
You simply can't represent the sect in those conditions. Thus, you approach the Horse Master.
"Horse Master; this Disciple have a request.
- <span class="mu-s">You want a Horse Spirit? I told you about taking one after the Transplanhumance. Now, the choice will be reduced.</span>"
Your moral plummet. The Master notice.
"<span class="mu-s">Hey, hey, kid! I am not denying your request! Comes in the main building tonight, after the meal.</span>"
Thus, after the meal, you leave your dormitory. Nobody bats an eye : Dhundan, secretive as always spend much time training out of sight, Ai is humming softly in a corner.
Yi Norm, Sin Din, Man Din and a few other kids (mostly ungifted and irrelevant, you didn't even bothered learning their name) are playing a card game based on the 33 animals.
You cross the field separating the various dormitories to the main compound, where Novices do calisthenics on the morning. Said main compound is an immensely huge building collection : despite not holding any beast, Spiritual or Normal, a Sect needs separate locations for pill refining and storing, a Library to protect the written form of technics, the Forge, the Treasury, as well as chambers for the various Masters or advanced Disciple.
There you are, waiting in front of the building in which the Spirit Bonding formation was drawn, in the company of your rapidly growing Foal. The Horse master gets out of a building restricted to Disciples (you already feel way out of your place as a lone Novice on this courtyard), and slowly walks to you.
Your apprehension is growing, while you awkwardly notice he noticed you, and you don't know when exactly you should engage the conversation - if you should engage the conversation.
Looks like the master is testing you : he's slowing in advance, surely to increase the pressure of the trial? You keep standing perfectly still. He's reaching you, as tension rise to its climax.
Still, not a word is uttered. Both of you are standing, locking your gaze. A long, long, minute pass.
"<span class="mu-s">So. Regarding our earlier discussion... I asked the Sect Master. I was wrong - we stockpiled something especially for a gifted pupil with an interest for the Martial thing. Turns out you're a highly suitable plot for cultivating this precious seed.</span>"
