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The woad bound ears flickered at that sound. Father? The woad female was impressed. But it was not because of the young boy’s relationship to the Infernian leader so much as his character. If Ezekiel’s calm and courteous demeanor had not impressed the woad warrior before, it impressed her greatly now. The black fae admitted that she had never met Gabriel de le Poer, but she thought that it was safe to make the supposition that the dark tales that surrounded the northern clan’s leader were credible. And so she marveled that the son of such a creature could be so civil, accepting, and open. Even after she had told the young boy of the pack she served, he had not been greatly phased. And the warrior admitted to herself that she may have been mistaken in her initial suspicions and ready hostility when the coyote hybrid had appeared. At times, the wolf would regress into the earlier years of her life when no creature was able to be trusted, and she found often to control her need to challenge every stranger that came her way. It was not something that she wished to wipe clean of her character, however, for she recognized the need to be wary of others, even those who seemed most trustworthy. Cwmfen nic Graine was well aware of betrayal.
His honesty and modesty struck her immediately. “I can see already that you are well into your training,” the alto melody remarked. Control of the mind and modesty were just as important as the body’s technique in war. It was one thing that many had forgotten—even the warriors of other packs. “It is the beginning of your training that is the most important,” the warrior continued. “The basics of the mind and body must be lain in a strong foundation for the training that is to follow.” And the boy was young, too, able to learn such things with ease. She had been young when she had set out from her motherland, but she had not had the luxury of careful training until later in her life. The warrior was making progress, but she still had much to learn. Of course, she admitted that complete knowledge was impossible without the impossibility of eternal life. But the warrior desired no such thing. She desired not to be perfect, but to be the best that she could be. And that was enough and could only be enough.
The warrior laughed quietly with those soft, golden tones. “Perhaps, but it is failure that allows us to learn, not success. And we must be able to learn from our defeats, or so may we perish unworthy of our cause.” The Caledonian-Korean’s words held some strange archaic meaning as she fell in momentary silence. “Perhaps you will be able to teach a thing or two to me.” And the white eyes of the warrior smiled as she gazed upon the younger boy. Rising, she threw the black dust dancing into the air. “If you are not preoccupied with other responsibilities of the day,” the alto melody began, “you can show me what you know, Little Prince.” It was always beneficial to learn and play with those of superior skill. But, as she had stated before, the woad warrior hoped that the youth would be able to teach her something new.
The woad bound ears flickered at that sound. Father? The woad female was impressed. But it was not because of the young boy’s relationship to the Infernian leader so much as his character. If Ezekiel’s calm and courteous demeanor had not impressed the woad warrior before, it impressed her greatly now. The black fae admitted that she had never met Gabriel de le Poer, but she thought that it was safe to make the supposition that the dark tales that surrounded the northern clan’s leader were credible. And so she marveled that the son of such a creature could be so civil, accepting, and open. Even after she had told the young boy of the pack she served, he had not been greatly phased. And the warrior admitted to herself that she may have been mistaken in her initial suspicions and ready hostility when the coyote hybrid had appeared. At times, the wolf would regress into the earlier years of her life when no creature was able to be trusted, and she found often to control her need to challenge every stranger that came her way. It was not something that she wished to wipe clean of her character, however, for she recognized the need to be wary of others, even those who seemed most trustworthy. Cwmfen nic Graine was well aware of betrayal.
His honesty and modesty struck her immediately. “I can see already that you are well into your training,” the alto melody remarked. Control of the mind and modesty were just as important as the body’s technique in war. It was one thing that many had forgotten—even the warriors of other packs. “It is the beginning of your training that is the most important,” the warrior continued. “The basics of the mind and body must be lain in a strong foundation for the training that is to follow.” And the boy was young, too, able to learn such things with ease. She had been young when she had set out from her motherland, but she had not had the luxury of careful training until later in her life. The warrior was making progress, but she still had much to learn. Of course, she admitted that complete knowledge was impossible without the impossibility of eternal life. But the warrior desired no such thing. She desired not to be perfect, but to be the best that she could be. And that was enough and could only be enough.
The warrior laughed quietly with those soft, golden tones. “Perhaps, but it is failure that allows us to learn, not success. And we must be able to learn from our defeats, or so may we perish unworthy of our cause.” The Caledonian-Korean’s words held some strange archaic meaning as she fell in momentary silence. “Perhaps you will be able to teach a thing or two to me.” And the white eyes of the warrior smiled as she gazed upon the younger boy. Rising, she threw the black dust dancing into the air. “If you are not preoccupied with other responsibilities of the day,” the alto melody began, “you can show me what you know, Little Prince.” It was always beneficial to learn and play with those of superior skill. But, as she had stated before, the woad warrior hoped that the youth would be able to teach her something new.