Two weeks have passed since that little conversation in the throne room, and much to Skye's excitement, those two weeks had been absolutely boring. Of course, he had learned more about the castle he would be working and staying in, but also he had learned more about the city it was in, in general. Canterlot it was called, and after a particular day he had gotten up early, and jumped to the top of Canterlot Castle via Dragoon. When he had done that he had received the best view possible of the city and had noticed the sheer size of the grand city. It was no Ul'dah or Ishgard, but it would have been recognized as it's own city nonetheless.
Skye thought on the previous day's events, remembering that after he had been seen by Captain Nightshade on the tallest spire of the castle, how she had yelled at him. It was indeed something fierce, and actually frightened him a bit, it reminded him of a certain angry bull of the Immortal Flames. She had told him just because he had the ability to do such a thing he shouldn't. If only she had known how many times he had done that. Since the two week schedule had begun, he made it an effort to do it at least once per day, it not only kept him fit as a dragoon, but also helped him focus on his abilities as one. As he focused on the thought of coming clean to Nightshade, he heard a knock on the door, swiftly getting up, and making sure he was properly dressed, he opened it to see the mentioned Captain in full armor, giving him a look in between annoyance and military obedience.
This meant that today was the day that he would be "trained" for lack of a better word. Skye wasn't fully on the idea of doing this, but he had already made a promise to not only one, but both of the alicorn princesses. There was no way he could back down. Nightshade looked him up and down, before speaking.
"Alright rookie, today's the day that you get put into the ring for training. Princess Luna told me that while you have experience in fighting, you should still be debriefed on what we do, today, we're gonna see what you can do, and then get you outfitted for guard duty. Meet me outside in approximately twenty-five minutes or I'll personally drag you out there, understood rookie?"
Skye didn't even feel up to the task of answering, instead he saluted, showing no signs of disregarding her orders. Nightshade would definitely pass off as a counterfeit Raubahn, he decided he would not push his luck, yet he proceeded to do so anyway. Skye performed a class switch, shifting from the attire of Botanist to Dragoon, the scaled armor replacing the light clothing he wore before, and his spear materializing on his back. He then returned a salute, while speaking.
"Ready for training ma'am!" He shouted, restraining his voice as to not make it exceedingly loud. Nightshade looked him over once again, before stepping out into the hallway, and started moving, Skye quickly followed behind in pursuit.
[Training Grounds]
He regretted that decision. He extremely regretted the decision to class change in front of her. It seemed that in Skye's ignorance, for training Nightshade had decided to throw fifteen guards at him. This was never like how when Shiro would "accidentally" shirk enemies on him, she had willingly decided to sic fifteen of the Night Guard on him. Apparently it didn't help that rumored had spread about his match with the solar guards, as she 'convinced'/i] most of the guards that were veterans to take part of this scheme. Is this what hazing was supposed to feel like? This is what hazing was probably supposed to feel like.
He had an interesting time getting rid of the guards, not wanting to do anything fatal, he had used a hit and run tactic, knocking them around with Longinus while staying out of reach normally. He hadn't had to use this type of tactic sense- Skye didn't register the blow he had received, coming to while in midair. In his temporary stupor, he had somehow fell to notice one of the guards. Captain Night shade was immediately upon him, and so he quickly got up and saluted as she appeared.
"What was that rookie? You gotta get your head in the game and instead of dreaming off into the sky!" She watched him, waiting for an explanation.
"My fault completely, I had lost focus with deciding what to do next and hadn't noticed the impending attack." Skye quickly lied.
Nightshade looked at him with narrowed eyes. She didn't believe him for a second but decided not to push, so she decided to lay off him.
"It would seem that a proper congratulations are in order, you managed to take down ten of them before you became unfocused. You'd make a solid royal guard one day. One Day." Nightshade said as she turned to the fallen guards.
"Get your asses up! You let yourselves be beaten by one stallion and one alone! If you claim to be apart of the Night Guard you're gonna have to try harder than that! Run it again! Again! AGAIN!"
Skye and the other guards ran that many times after that, until he collapsed on his spear, his legs threatening to give out underneath him. He made a promise to never to show off in front of Captain Nightshade again. Next time she'd probably have him do laps across Canterlot for the whole day, he didn't want to find out.
They had forgone getting him outfitted with new armor, the blacksmith claiming that he needn't any new armor if he got the most sturdy thing on already. He did want to take a look at Skye's broken spear though, not like he cared, nothing could repair it, and he would be fine without it, despite it really bringing together the whole "dragoon look", whatever that meant. He had heard it from Gerolt, the legendary blacksmith that had managed to put it back together in the first place through slowly grafting it onto the strongest spear he could get.
With outfitting out of the way, he had gotten his assignment, and had been assigned to guarding the throne room during Night Court, no doubt string pulling by Princess Luna, still he took it with a grain of salt, and began to settle in for the day as morning broke, after all tomorrow would be the first day on the job, and as such, Skye felt it necessary to change up his hairstyle. Rarity had attempted to get him to change it when she was here, claiming that no fashionista would "dare let a stallion's mane grow that wild". He thought she might be talking about the 'flared out bun' that held his hair back but was in fact talking about his hair in general.
Since he had arrived here, he didn't put too much thought into what he looked like, and as he viewed himself in the mirror he saw that his hair had grown thicker and longer, the bun curving downward as it had grew too long to maintain that 'up' look. His beard fared no better, it grew to long lengths, with white hair splitting every which way, and so Skye thought to trim up a bit, and went to work.