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Post by dragon on Jan 19, 2009 22:59:34 GMT -5
C'oar put his knife away, back into it's hidden sheath, and studied his handy work for a moment. The staffs were both fairly straight … not completely, but close enough. Neither one was very long. Maybe three feet, at best, with blunted ends. The bark had been more or less stripped off, and any rough areas smoothed over. It was a wonder what a good sharp knife could do to wood. It was almost sanded, after he got done dragging the blade over it sideways repeatedly.
There was no way anyone could get splinters off either one, even if they tried. Which was the whole idea of his past two hours' work on them. Approving of his work with a frowned nod, he got to his feet, and dusted the shavings and powdery bits off of his trousers. And then he looked around for Frosstyth… only to discover the brown dragonet was seated in the brush not too far away, chewing on a limb.
"What in the world, Frosst??! Stop that!" C'oar ordered. The worried look that Frosstyth gave him was almost comical, as the brown spat out the branch and closed his mouth again. The leaves that had been on it were looking rather the worse for the wear. "What in the world were you doing?!" C'oar demanded. "You are not that hungry."
Frosstyth licked his chops, and looked everywhere but at C'oar, remaining silent on the matter.
"Whatever. Come on. Let's go. Storm!" C'oar called, before starting off down a path. The Bronze flitter dropped down out of the tree, holding a giant leaf in his front feet. C'oar gave him an unhappy look. "You weren't helping him be a herdbeast, were you?!" He asked, as the flitter landed on his shoulder. With a peep, Storm offered him the soft leaf. C'oar took it from him, and threw it aside, allowing it to drift down to the ground, as he walked. What did he want a leaf for?? Storm looked back to watch it drift down, and then looked at Frosstyth, who was walking along behind them with his head down. Frosstyth wasn't really bummed or anything, but … C'oar hadn't liked what he was doing, either, so he was acting the part.
C'oar wandered the paths through the forest in and around the Weyr until he somehow by chance, luck, or design managed to stumble across Saeo … and there was Cherilith, too. Which was to be expected. "Hey." He said, to get her attention, before chunking the staff in his left hand to her. It should be easy for her to catch, how he tossed it to her.
She had wanted to learn how to fight. But the lesson she'd wanted had been interrupted, back before the hatching. And since then, they'd all been far too busy. But now? There was some time. At the time of her request he had thought it was a rather silly thing for her to ask. Why would a girl need to learn to fight? But, in the same instance, they'd all been attacked by felines. Which, in C'oar's mind … was a very good reason for a girl to know how to fight. The felines were dangerous, and becoming lots bolder. And if he could do anything that would help his friends survive? He'd do it. Even if that meant teaching two silly girls how to fight. Raylin would need taught, too… even if she didn't want to. C'oar now felt the girls needed to know.
"Ready?" C'oar asked.
Frosstyth wandered over to where Cherilith was, and sat down before looking back at C'oar. But, still, he said nothing. It took a moment, but Storm seemed to grasp what was about to happen … and he fled C'oar's shoulder with a strangled squawk type noise, flying over to where Frosstyth was. Perching on the brown's head, Storm chirped again.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 20, 2009 19:35:21 GMT -5
Thanks to the tropical climate, February around Selenitas Weyr wasn't so very different from any other month, save for the promise of a rainy season to come. However, that particular season seemed reluctant to makes it's grand entrance. Another day of clear skies and balmy temperatures coupled with a the fact that she had no chores to do meant that Saeo's plans for the day consisted of an early breakfast, the hijacking a boat and a few hours spent gathering jungle flowers to weave into a token for a certain devastatingly attractive Wherhandler who had taken her stitches out last night.
Badcome. Bad bad. Freckle hissed from her perch on the branch of a nearby tree, yellow-green eyes narrowed into an expression that might have been mysteriously watchful had she the facial structure to pull it off. Saeo glanced up curiously as a familiar voice punctured her petal-scented daydreams, only vaguely alarmed as she noticed that there was a stick coming toward her. She made no effort to catch it, only wincing slightly as it struck her arm and fell to the ground. The girl eyed C'oar, obviously not impressed.
"Ummm...ready for what exactly? Are you going to throw the other one and try to get me head for extra points?"
Setting aside her half-finished flower chain, she turned her grey eyes upon the carved stick that lay in front of her. Well, he wasn't getting it back in any case. It was a nice stick -the kind that she'd quite like to carry around with her for dramatic gesturing. What bad? Whatwhatwhat? Freckle demanded, glaring down at the new arrivals as she waited for them to explain themselves. She danced angrily on her tree branch as she was promptly ignored. How DARE they ignore her?! Brownpests! Shineypest! SaeoMINE! GO! GO NOW! NOWNOW! Good afternoon Frosstyth. Cherilith crooned with a tired mixture of melancholy contentment. I am sorry about my little sister. She was being very quiet up until a moment ago...have you and C'oar come to make pretty things with us?
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Post by dragon on Jan 20, 2009 22:46:05 GMT -5
Frosstyth looked over at Cherilith, and then up at Freckle. Snorting, the brown ruffled his wings, and looked at the blue again. Pretty things? That thing is hardly pretty. But ... no. I think mine has come to teach yours how to protect self, not make pretty. The brown weyrling mentioned, before glancing up at Freckle again. Noisy pest. HUSH. Frosstyth told the itty bitty ugly green with no wings.
C'oar's heavy brows pulled together for a moment, at Saeo's reaction. Some fine reflexes there, that. This was going to be harder than he had initially thought ... and he had known it wasn't going to be easy. Heaving a slow sigh, he frowned at her slightly as his brows returned to where they were supposed to be. "You asked to be taught to defend yourself, no? You're doing a dandy job of it, by the way. If I had been a feline, you'd be decomposing with my last meal." He mentioned.
Sheesh, she was slow today. Too much sun or something like that. Or too much floral intoxicants. "If I had wanted to hit you in the head, Saeo, I would have. I expected you to catch that. Not just let it smack you." He informed her. Silly girl. Sillier than he had anticipated. He pointed at the stick with the one he still held. "Defend yourself." He told her, by the only way of a warning.
And then he jumped forward and swung the one he still held at her. While the motion seemed fast and abrupt, he knew she wasn't ready, and thus moved slower than he would have, had be been sparring with his brothers. Far slower. If she somehow managed to not block the blow, it would sting, but would not bruise even her fragilness.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 20, 2009 23:50:23 GMT -5
NOHUSH!! Freckle shrieked, frilling in a pathetic attempt to appear as menacing as she was angry. IDIOT BROWNPEST GO! GOGOGONOW! FRECKLE BOOM! FRECKLE BOOM GOOD! GO NOW! NOW NOW! I don't think you should bother her brother Frosstyth. Cherilith crooned, lifting his head just enough to fix his brother with a quietly beseeching look. Freckle is quietest when you leave her alone, and quiet is as close as she gets to nice.
The girl scowled crossly, folding her arms over her chest in a gesture that was nothing short of pure stubbornness. "If you were a feline, Cherilith would have smelled you coming...besides, they don't come this close to the wherhandlers."
Okay...so it was a pathetic excuse in any lighting, but Saeo wasn't about to admit that being near the jungle with nothing but a blueweyrling and a crafting knife for protection had been a stupid idea on her part -least of all to C'oar. Even LESS when he was giving her that 'you would be dead six times over if left to your own devices' attitude. What was he talking about anyway? She didn't remember ever asking him to...wait...oh, but that had been months ago! Why did he have to arbitrarily chose today to help her, when she actually had something she would rather be doing?
"If you wanted me to catch it you should have said 'catch'..." She grumbled, snatching up the stick and climbing to her feet. Stupid C'oar had to be spontaneous the moment she had cut flowers to attend to. Well, at least now she wouldn't have to go to Pepsi for lessons...
"Hey!"
She squealed in alarm, stumbling backward as her newly appointed teacher -quite randomly to her knowledge- took a swing at her. She just missed receiving a sound whack on the forehead, and wasted no time hopping back several paces to distance herself from the prospect of being attacked a second time. "What, now? We're fighting now? Aren't you at least going to show me how to hold this thing first?!"
Frosstyth...Yours is aware that Mine is far better at making pretty things than protecting herself, right? Cherilith asked, eying the pair nervously. He did not like where this was going...
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Post by dragon on Jan 21, 2009 0:14:45 GMT -5
Maybe you're right. She sounds awful. Frosstyth agreed, making an endeavor to ignore the annoying creature. But then ... if that thing turned its attention on his, he'd gladly exchange insults with it. His had never gotten along well with mandyrs ... and Frosstyth knew that his would not appreciate having this one's attention, too. Yes, mine is well aware of yours' talents. I beleive that is why we're here, today. Frosstyth pointed out, looking at the blue again. And then he looked at the two humans again. It had him worried, too, but for different reasons. He was aware that C'oar was in no danger from Saeo. And he was aware that C'oar would not actually hurt Saeo. But... would this turn out well? Or not?
C'oar sighed at Saeo. Excuses, excuses. And a clumsy fool on top of that. "That's not neccessarily the case. Raylin and Ebolath almost got eaten by five felines, right here in this area. Remember?" He grabbed at her, and then tried again. He took the stick from her, and then offered it to her again. "Hang onto that end. There." He poked the indicated end at her, for her to hold. But he plainly was in no way trying to strike her with it.
His object was not to hurt Saeo. It was to teach Saeo how to not get hurt. "Most folks, when they see something being tossed to them, they just catch it. Not let it slap them." C'oar pointed out, before showing her how to hold the stick.
And then he stepped back two long paces again. "Alright. Now ... since you obviously don't know how to block. You try to hit me with that. And I'll block. Watch what I do. Before we are done, you will be blocking. So pay attention, alright?" He was pretty certain that even if she gave it her all, she wouldn't be able to whack him before he could block her ... and even if she did accidentally land one on him, it wouldn't matter much.
Saeo was such a puny thing. But she had an attitude ... which was really her only saving grace in this sort of thing. At least, as far as C'oar could tell. once she got decent with the longer sticks, he'd start her on shorter sticks, which could easily be replaced by dirks or knives.
C'oar had not seen an actual fighting blade of any length since leaving the smithy. Apparently, no one at the weyr thought they were useful for anything. He wondered if he could somehow make one. But... that was a thing for later.
He lifted his own stick to ready, and waited for her to take a swing ... or a jab ... at him. He was ready for her.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 21, 2009 12:54:43 GMT -5
Saeo bit her tongue hard as the memory of Raylin's near-mauling from not so long ago floated to the surface of her thoughts. Okay, okay. So it had been a really stupid idea to come out here on her own -there had been more feline attacks over these last few months than the rest of the turn put together and she herself had nearly been made a snack on two separate occasions. Maybe she'd tricked herself into thinking that impressing a dragon would somehow transform her into one of the fearless, untouchable dragon riders she'd often read about...well, at least she seemed to have the fearless part right...
Being rescued however, wasn't something she planned on becoming accustomed to.
Accepting the stick with rueful determination, she gave it a few curvy little swishes back and forth, looking far more like a ribbon dancer than a prospective swordsman. It was obviously much lighter than a real sword -she had toyed with one of those in the past and nearly dropped it on her foot- which was probably for the best considering her current strength level. Distantly, she wondered where he had got it from.
BOOM VILEPEST MINE! BOOMPEST! BOOM!! Saeo glanced briefly toward Freckle, who was still angrily pacing the length of her tree branch, broadcasting her anger to all present. The little green salamandyr seemed to have taken on the role of angry, sadistic cheerleader now that she realized that there was no way she could drive the others away on her own. She did not however, seem to grasp that the lesson wasn't actually a fight to the death.
Rolling her eyes, the girl fixed her attention back on the task at hand. Alright, so she was supposed to try and hit him...why did he want her to hit him? Couldn't she just attack the stick? Well, she supposed she'd better do what he said if she didn't want something else thrown at her...
Advancing quickly to close the space between them, Saeo swung her stick experimentally at what she thought might be an opening in C'oar's defenses. She didn't actually know what that looked like of course...but surely all those adventure stories had given her some sort of feel for it?
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Post by dragon on Jan 21, 2009 15:04:43 GMT -5
C'oar carefully ignored the obnoiously loud salamandyr sitting over there on a branch. It was getting to where he really detested those things. Not one he had ever met was worth having around. And having a distraction like that around was not conducive to a good learning environment at all. He vaguely wondered why in the world Saeo had wanted one... and how she was coping with it now.
When she experimented with trying to whack him, it was painfully obvious that she was. She was slow ... at least, to C'oar's eye ... and not really intending to actualy try to hit him. On one hand, that was a nice thing to know ... that despite everything she did and said, she didn't intend him harm. But on the other hand, that wasn't going to learn her much, very fast.
It was all to easy for him to spin his own stick around and block the half attempted blow, sliding it off harmlessly into the dirt. "You're off balance." He told her, before booting her lightly in the hip to make his point... she over balanced even farther, and would fall into the dirt if she wasn't faster with her feet than she was with her stick. "And you're far too limp. Tense up those muscles. And hang on to your stick." It was no ribbon to dance with. graceful fluidity was useful in a fight, but only if you had the strength to pull it off. Until then, she had to concentrate on just the strength part. He plucked the stick from her grasp as she over balanced ... partly to make that point, too, and partly to keep herself from hurting herself on it if she did fall.
His object wasn't to hurt her.
Frosstyth found this to be quite entertaining, thus far, even though he didn't understand quite what was going on at all. He just sat there next to Cherilith and watched, also ignoring the rude loudspeaker over his head. It looked fun, whatever they were doing. Maybe some day he could get C'oar to teach him how to play wave-sticks-round?
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Post by nightingale on Jan 21, 2009 16:42:09 GMT -5
The girl yelped, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to keep herself upright as she was jostled about. Just what exactly was his problem?! She'd tried to hit him, just like he'd asked! Why couldn't he just explain what she was doing wrong instead of knocking her about like a feline with a ball of yarn to make a point? And he did knock her quite about -right over in fact, about the time that she lost what little grip she hand on her stick and tipped gracelessly into the dirt like a capsizing boat.
Cherilith winced, partially out of concern for His, and partially because Freckle's immediate reaction was to start shrieking her outrage like a creature possessed. NONONO! BADBADNO BADVILEPESTBAD!! My Saeo is alright? I'm fine Cherilith. Came the girl's sulky reply as she pushed herself up, blinking dust from her eyes. This was not the kind of teaching she had been expecting when she made her request. If anything she just felt that she was being taunted and bashed to pieces.
Oh shells Saeo, don't start crying now! Not now of all times and places! Giving her head a defiant little shake she stared at the ground, biting her lip hard to try and keep her vision from blurring. For a moment, she thought that she had succeeded, but as soon as she moved her head a fraction of an inch she could feel warm droplets on her cheek. She rubbed at them angrily, knowing better than to imagine that there was any hope of being discrete about it.
And why was he just standing there?! Was he hoping to make her feel as if she were being punished?
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Post by Rei on Jan 21, 2009 17:07:10 GMT -5
Raylin and Ebolath came crashing through the underbrush just in time to see Saeo on the ground crying and C’oar standing close by with a stick. That sight coupled with the obviously distressed blue hatchling and the green mandyr hurling insults was enough to have Raylin thinking the worst.
“What in Faranth’s name is going on here? C’oar what did you do to her! I can’t believe you.” She marched over to him and jabbed him in the chest with her finger. “You better have a good explanation for this.” Ebolath gave a small hiss her eyes whirling yellow as she trotted up to Saeo and nuzzled her gently.
Cherilith’s are you ok? Raymine and I are here. It is ok. Do not cry. Are you sad? Did he hurt you? I smell blood. The little green turned a whirling eye towards her blue clutch brother and gave him a quick croon of greeting and reassurance before turning back to Saeo. She had long gotten used to the green pests screeching and so she effectively ignored her.
The pale blue flitter who winged into the tree however was in a foul mood as of late and buzzed the green frilly before alighting on the branch above her and hissing shrilly. Bad green frilly. Did she not see that hers was upset and she was making it worse! Quiet.
Vega chirped and hissed at Freckle in turn, flaring his wings for emphasis, before winging down to alight on Saeo’s shoulder and nuzzle her reassuringly. He cast orange eyes at C’oar. If he touched his bonded he would have more trouble than he bargained for.
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Post by dragon on Jan 21, 2009 17:50:49 GMT -5
C'oar contemplated leaving Saeo on the ground until she bothered to get up. When she seemed inclined to just sit there, it sort of baffled C'oar for a moment. Why was she just sitting there? And ... was she crying, now?
Girls. He transfered the second stick to his right hand as well, to give him a free hand to help her up with. But before he quite got that far, Rayling and Ebolath appeared as if by magic, and she was screaming at him. What? Huh? It took him a moment to figure out what she was talking about. When it dawned on him what he supposed things looked like, he couldn't help but smile a little.
Ahhh, miscomunications! "Take it easy, Raylin." He told her, before backing off from her position to go ahead and help Saeo up. Once she was on her feet, he turned back to Raylin. "Saeo wanted lessons, remember? So I was teaching her. She lost her balance, and ... fell." He shrugged. There wasn't much he could do about that.
So he took a stick, and offered it to Rayling, instead. Maybe she'd do better. "You wanted lessons, too, no?" He asked, not entirely sure. The last time they'd discussed this, they'd rather been interrupted by felines. And as such, he didn't recall if she did or not.
Storm fluttered up into the tree, and landed next to Freckle. There, he started patting at the 'mandyr's tail, to distract her. The bronze had no fear what so ever of the little beast ... he had bested the likes of Stupid, after all! Freckle was nothing. And all her yelling was starting to distress him more than a little.
Frosstyth got to his feet, and padded over to where Ebolath was. Rubbing his head on the green's shoulder, he hummed reassuringly. Mine was not hurting Cherilith's. Mine was teaching Cherilith's how to defend herself. Yours wants this teaching, too, yes? I think it is very wise ... if funny to watch. Maybe mine will teach me, too! the brown said. He was rather worried that Ebolath might try to jump on his, and he didn't want that ... his hadn't hurt anyone.
Girls, girls, girls. It almost made C'oar want to give up and go find Danar, instead. Except that he was fixated on yet another girl at the moment. What was the world coming to? C'oar couldn't think of anything to say or do, so he just stood there and waited patiently, for one or the other of them to decide to do something. Maybe then, he could react appropriately ... assuming they didn't decide to gang up on him. He was trying to help them, for Faranth's sake!
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Post by nightingale on Jan 21, 2009 19:06:26 GMT -5
It was a considerably difficult task to find something that Saeo considered truly odd, but the sudden arrival of her own rescue squad the moment she hit the ground? Well, it was unexpected to say the least. Any grievances she might have had with C'oar or the ground were instantly forgotten as she was suddenly surrounded on all sides by many-coloured glossy hides and whirling eyes.
"Ebolath I'm fine..." She murmured, awkwardly patting the little green as she nudged her arm. "It's okay, he didn't hurt me. I just fell down is all...Vega, will you stop harassing Freckle please?"
She allowed the little blue to land on her shoulder and she gave herself another brief looking-over. Where was Ebolath smelling blood from? Cherilith was quickly at his bonded's side, nudging his way under her free arm and rubbing his head against her. Mine, you are sure you are alright? I smell blood as well. Cherilith, you can't be smelling blood because I'm not bleeding. But you are crying? Darling, it's nothing...he...he was just supposed to help me up was all... Saeo didn't know why it bothered her so much. Maybe It was just that she had grown accustomed to having C'oar be the one to help her up when she fell...she'd sort of come to rely on it...
After discovering that no amount of shrieking or frilling would keep the shineypest from touching her, Freckle screamed at him a final time before scurrying down the tree headfirst, darting across the riverbank and clawing her way onto her humanpet's shoulder. She hissed viciously at Vega and the others. MINESAEO!! MINE! GO GO NOW ALL GO! Unwilling to have a battle take place on top of her, the girl collected Vega from her shoulder and placed him gently atop Ebolath's head. This immediately shifted the little green salamandyr's murderously red eyes to a smugly content yellow-green. Mine. She huffed, wrapping her tail about the girls neck possessively and casting a wary glance across the dragonets.
"Alright, alright. Thank you all for your concern, but I'm not a casualty of war just yet."
She assured the others, making a start at levering herself upright. -and then came the hand she had been expecting. It took a moment for her to realize it, but then all at once she was on her feet. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the girl bobbed her head gratefully, giving her eyes another quick swipe.
"Wait your turn Raylin. I'd feel terribly guilty striking an unarmed man."
She said, offering Raylin a rueful attempt at a smile and nudging the dragons out from underfoot. Whatever would she do without Raylin? Sometimes she wondered if the girl wasn't part dragon the way she tore into people, but she always attacked with the best of intentions in mind. That was something she could really appreciate.
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Post by Rei on Jan 21, 2009 21:08:59 GMT -5
Ebolath made a purring sound as Saeo patted her and felt hers relax. If hers and Cherilith’s were ok then everything was fine. As if to further display that fact she felt Frosstyth’s head rub her shoulder and his reassurances in her head. Oh I am sorry. Mine thought yours was hurting Cherilith’s because she was crying. The green paused before adding. I am not sure if mine wants to fight or not.
Ebolath flinched as she felt tiny claws on her head, but as a pale tail draped over her eye, she realized it was just Vega. Giving a snort, and feeling the nudge from Saeo, The little green trotted under a tree and flopped down. I would be happy if you joined me clutchbrothermines. I do not wish to be lonely. This way we can watch ours be silly together. She purred sweetly. Vega gave a chirp and curled up into a more comfortable position atop the greens head.
Raylin’s eyes widened as C’oar explained himself and she searched her mind for a memory of C’oar trying to teach them something. Suddenly it came to her, that day in the jungle, Pepsi, the felines. Realization fell over her and she blushed. “Oh I do remember now! I’m sorry C’oar I guess with her crying, and the mandyr.. Shards..” She finished lamely.
Raylin took the offered stick and gave C’oar a funny look. “Well actually I didn’t want lessons but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to learn a little bit.” She straightened up and weighed the stick in her hands before turning to face C’oar. “To be fair I haven’t really done anything like this before so I am probably going to stink at it.” She made a face.
The girl took a deep breath to steady herself only to have Saeo interrupt her. Smiling she turned and handed the stick to the other girl. “Far be it from me to deprive you of your chance for revenge dear. Knock him good.” She offered in passing and went to sit with the dragon audience. This day was sure getting weird, then again when she was hanging out with these two nothing was boring.
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Post by dragon on Jan 21, 2009 22:18:48 GMT -5
Frosstyth thrummed happily, and followed the others over to the tree again, and sat down once more to watch the silly two-footers swat at each other. Only, now ... he had a clutch sister with him now, as well as a brother. And hers, too! Thankfully, the little screamer was silent finally. Though ... the green worm was liable to be fixing to regret her current position, if things were continuing any more along the previous lines. This should be interesting to watch!
C'oar just looked at the two girls, as they decided amongst themselves who was going to be learning now. He waited paitently as they not-squabbled over the stick. It was almost hilarious ... he wondered what Danar would say if he told him that the girls were arguing over who got the stick. A stick!
But at least they were willing to work at this. Instead of blowing him off and trying to foist it off on each other. He rested the end of his stick in the dirt, and leaned on it casually as he watched things unfold. He was releived that they were calming down ... the both of them. Saeo was done crying, and Raylin was done screaming ... hopefully. He nodded to Raylin as she stumbled through a partial apology. That must be an awkward place to be in. "It's alright, Raylin." He said, to ease her discomfort.
And then Saeo took up the stick from Raylin again. ""Ready?" He asked. "Okay ... before we try this again ... you need to know a few things. Never, never lose your balance. Always stay within your reach. If you can't reach far enough without over balancing... move closer. Falling flat on your face is a great way to get killed. Regardless by whom or what. You also need to keep your guard tight. But we'll get to that later." He propped his stick on his own hip, and took Saeo's stick, and Saoe's arms, too. He adjusted her grip on the stick, and tapped her wrist. "Tighten all these muscles. You're far to lax. Do not let your wrist or your grip go limp. Hang onto it like it will fly away if you don't squeeze the life out of it." Okay, so that was a bit of an overstatement, but for now it would do more good than harm. Once she was stronger, he could direct her in the grace. He hoped also that Raylin was paying attention ... he really didn't want to have to repeat himself needlessly. "Now ... tense musculature does not mean rigid. You can be quite fluid and still be fully engaged." Releasing her, he stepped back again, taking up his own stick once more.
"Now, again. Hit me." He directed, lifting his own stick slightly so that the tip was barely above knee hieght. It looked like he was completely unprepared for anything, but this was to make another point to the girls ... how fast a person could be ready, and also how appearances could be quite deceiving.
Storm twirled around in the air, peeped, and then dive-bombed into Raylin's lap. Righting himself, he sat upright again, and looked over at C'oar and Saeo.
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Post by nightingale on Jan 22, 2009 13:03:53 GMT -5
Cherilith gave a small croon of agreement as Ebolath suggested they sit together in the shade of a nearby tree. He trundled over to the others and snuggled up to his green sister, draping a wing over her back. I am not sure I like this game. The little blue warbled nervously, green eyes still rippling with faint yellow bands as he watched Raylin move away from the other two weyrlings. I thought that friends were not supposed to fight with one another. Ebolath, what does yours think of it?
Saeo gave a small nod to signal that she was ready, carefully setting her feet apart so she was as balanced as she could possibly get without sitting down. Balance, stay within reach, don't fall over and choke your weapon into submission. Okay, that didn't sound too hard...well, except the bit where she was supposed to hit him. That can't gone so well last time...but then again, last time he'd actually looked as if he aimed to block her. Now he was just standing there...she knew he had to be up to something.
Her concentration was obvious as she hopped forward and brought her stick up in a motion that might have actually hurt had it connected. It was a little faster and a little more meaningful than last time, but her reservations were still plainly obvious. She moved in a way that wasn't so different from a kitten who had just found a fluff ball under the bed, patting at it to make sure it wouldn't bite her before trying anything too risky.
Freckle remained silent, save for a low hiss that sounded in the back of her throat, eying the ball of fluff in question as if she might latch onto his face and start tearing at any moment. Hers was trying to strike the brownpest, so she wouldn't distract her from the task by screaming. If any of those others pests came too close however, she'd be more than happy to check what colour their blood was.
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Post by Rei on Jan 22, 2009 18:31:53 GMT -5
Raylin listened carefully as C’oar explained a few things to Saeo. She had a feeling some of this information would come in handy. The weyrling almost jumped as Storm suddenly plopped into her lap but she was well used to Vega sitting there. This flitter was just bigger. She felt a flash of uneasiness from her own pale flit but she quickly sent him loving reassurances. Everything was ok. She did not mind Storm sitting where he was. The pale flit calmed but still rotated his gaze from fighters to bronze occasionally.
Ebolath nuzzled her blue clutch brother seeking to reassure him. Mine thinks that it is smart that they learn to defend themselves. They are still friends. They are helping each other. They are not fighting for real, it is make believe like you and yours play. The little green finished shifting her body slightly to make herself more comfortable.
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