"I'll be with you soon..." She whispered without knowing whom it was to. For a moment her mind flashed back to her last year of training amoung the Joanites, when the oldest of the students taught the youngest. A young child, six years old, smiled up at her in her memories.
"Hey! Templar! You're needed in the square for extended patrol! Mek's waiting for you!" Her commander yelled from outside the barracks.
She sighed, and pushed the past back where it belonged. "Yah, yah. I hear you," she called back. Her eyes were once more drawn southeast before she threw the robes of her office over her armor and got her poker face on, willing her self