Dagon && Oteka
The Elite Kovar gazed down at the prospects that had been brought to the training grounds this year. It was his task to sort through the measly things and find the best hopefuls to become initiates. It was a blessing that not every foal that arrived was automatically tasked to Initiate. A small blessing, yes, but one none the less. Kovar gave a disgusted look and turned away from the creatures, his ears turned back. What were they thinking, gathering such a terrible lot for him to train? What had they been thinking in pairing the parents to produce such a lot?
“Elite?” His attention turned to the soft voice, his black eyes opening though he didn’t recall closing them. The Training Master gazed calmly back at him and Kovar felt a ripple of discomfort roll through his body. ‘Training Master’ was a title