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Blooming Friendship - Chap TwoBlooming Friendship - A MTMTE/AU Knightformers taleChapter TwoPairings - DriftxRodimusRating for this chapter - TWarnings so far - a moody Prime and past reference to a child being injured--------KeyStellar cycle - one yearSol - dayOrbital cycle - monthVorn - 83 yearsClick - one minuteNano-Click - one secondOne vorn old in cybertronian years - 2 years old in human yearsSix vorns old in cybertronian years - 16 years old in human years--------It was a pleasant afternoon, and Drift had enjoyed his training. In fact he was feeling a little smug, unable to hide a huge grin plastered on his pale face as he walked though a golden and scarlet hallway. He got to show off in front of the Autobot knights, who at first mocked him for his height and lack of armour. Yet the moment they saw him perform his beautiful yet deadly sword skills, their jaws fell from their faces, and some of them even cried in anguish. He couldn't resist showing off, and found it amusing th
Blooming Friendship - Chap OneBlooming Friendship - A MTMTE/AU Knightformers taleChapter OnePairings - DriftxRodimusRating for this chapter - K+Warnings so far - training with minor violence and holding hands--------KeyStellar cycle - one yearSol - dayOrbital cycle - monthVorn - 83 yearsClick - one minuteNano-Click - one secondSix vorns old in cybertronian years - 16 years old in human years--------As the sol began anew, and the morning light began to wash over the city of Iaconia, a young mech in white armour steadied himself as he practiced his swordplay, completely focused on his training. Drift, took extra care as he practiced his battle stances, his sword swings, and his concentration, wanting to improve his over all skill, and at the same time, not accidently cut something he shouldn't. Thankfully no one was around to disturb him, though around the palace of the Primes he could detect, what he assumed were the servants walking around, and the knights and guards, who were coming