[P] Lesson Number One
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Early in the morning she awoke, two pale hands shaking her gently as Honrin reminded her she needed to get up and meet Teagan. With some grumbles the young female sat up, the white male leaving her to get on with it. From the furs she called a bed she sat, rubbing her black inked eyes as she blinked, trying to make heads up of the world around her. It was the day after her mentor ceremony, a ceremony that had given her more anxiety than she had originally thought. She had never experienced a ceremony on quite the scale, having been born into a small traveling merchant family. At market she was always able to walk away form the crowds, but here the Cavaliers seemed to enjoy a certain level of pomp that overwhelmed her.

Her mentor was Teagan Stryder, the daughter of the Lune. Night had been quick to insist she cover up and put her best face on since Teagan was a high ranked member of Casa, and apparently a very serious canine. So getting up and dressing quickly, in plain black pants and a dark green hoodie, she headed out and towards the courthouse. She had been warned by Jace not to be late, when the matriarch had informed her that Teagan wanted to meet the next morning. Remembering the warning she moved a little faster, not wanting to anger her mentor on the very first day.

With hurried feet she passed Howland at the gate, her ears tugging back as she passed him a soft smile, the massive male nodding in acknowledgement as she scooted past. Beelining it straight for the courthouse she made way inside and down the stairs. Looking around at all the doors she froze, unsure of where to go next. Instead of opening the doors she stood still, her feet crossing and uncrossing as she waited for a sign of her new mentor.



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As much as she would have liked a day to sleep in and rest from her long week’s worth of traveling, there was work to be done. There was always work to be done. She’d found out more about her apprentice after the ceremony the day before, and had gotten into contact with Jace, who seemed to have become the adoptive mother of the pack’s parentless youth. It was a wise part, on whoever’s decision, Teagan had mused. Someone as powerful and formidable as the Wolfe woman was a perfect example for the Cavalier Junior Recruits to learn from.


She’d risen up early, as was her usual. Mako was met with—rudely woken up—and told to do a bit of exploring and mingling with his new packmates. Teagan had business to take care of, and she wouldn’t be able to entertain him until later on. From what he groggily replied, he seemed to understand her terse message. The animals were taken care of next, given their morning rations and some affection after good work on their long journey.


Teagan had headed back to the Courthouse afterwards, canary eyes searching for any signs for her newly appointed apprentice. Outside, she found nothing, but, then again, she had asked Jace to have the girl—Minerva she kept having to remind herself—meet her outside the armory. She ventured down into the depths below the first floor, her pace slowing a bit upon recognizing the tawny tresses of her appointed Reticent.


“Prompt,” she notated with silent approval. “Good morning, Minerva.” Be polite, be…nice, she told herself. Teagan tried to remember how Sylvie had treated her on her first day. While not someone known for their friendliness, the Stryder was civil, and not purposely unkind. She gestured down the hall with a jut of her chin. “Walk with me.”


The Officer moved without waiting for a reply, completely expecting for the girl to either follow or set the tone for their relationship with disobedience. “What all has my father and Jace told you about our pack?” She questioned. After the ceremony, they’d only briefly conversed, getting the bare basics out of the way before Teagan had been called away for other matters. This morning, it would just be them two, and the warrior princess had made sure that there would be nothing to distract her for what she had in store for the girl on their first day.




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At the bottom of the stairs she waited, unsure where all the doors lead. Jace had told her that a lot of the Cavaliers lived in these lower rooms so she dare not make a peep in fear that she would wake up a sleeping pack mate. Even though she had been around for a couple weeks now she was still incredibly new and eager to make a good impression. As a young wolf she wanted nothing more than to be accepted by those around her, and the idea of offending someone make a ball tense in her gut. Perhaps if she was lucky she might have arrived before Teagan even left her room!

No such luck. From behind her she heard paws padding down the steps. As she turned she heard the word of approval, her tail daring to give a small shake behind her dark jeans. Her ears lay flat against her head as she replied back in a soft voice, “Good morning.” Without bed side manner Teagan bid her to follow, and she did just that. Awkwardly she tagged along, trying not to walk too close to her mentor, but also not fall too far away. Should she walk beside her? No, she didn’t know where she was going. Then Teagan asked a question, making it strange should the young female stay behind.

With a small burst of quickness she hurried to get in step with her mentor. “I – uh – haven’t talked much with the Luca. Just about staying really.” Would it have been better if she played up their relationship? Perhaps Teagan would have liked her more, but it was best to tell the truth. “Jace and Night told me that the Cavaliers are protectors. Night says everyone gets mentors to teach them to be good fighters so that one day you can be part of the Brotherhood.” She paused, unsure what else she was meant to say. Jace was quite heavily pregnant and would soon be in no condition to travel anywhere in the pack lands and although Night, Temo, and Honrin were friendly, Minerva was easily overwhelmed and would often hide out in the forest. Glancing sideways at her new mentor she dared speak her mind, "I'm not a good fighter though."

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The girl was either intimidated by the Stryder, nervous, or merely meek in personality. Teagan had yet to decide which fit her new apprentice the best. Her voice was soft, her posture submissive and perhaps unsure. First day jitters, Teagan chose to categorize the girl’s reactions as in the end. Minerva had never seen the warrior princess before the ceremony, but, if Teagan had been told correctly, she had been with the pack for a few weeks before the Officer’s return. They were complete strangers still, and, unfortunately for the girl, Teagan was not much for sitting around and sharing life stories with someone she didn’t know.


It would be a process, she’d told herself time and time again. She just hoped that her father had known what he was doing…


Minerva followed her lead without question, and the obedience was another mark in the Reticent’s favor. While she appeared uncertain about her pacing, she at least understood that her presence was required where Teagan was taking them.


Teagan listened as the Giffith gave her answer. It appeared the girl had a stronger relationship with Jace and the Hushhowl girl, Night, than she had the rest of the pack. It was understandable, what with staying with the family, and Night being nearer to her age than any other in the pack. However…


“Being a part of the Brotherhood is a goal, yes, but, should not be your sole intention when learning the basics of fighting,” Teagan corrected, “Everyone gets mentors so they can learn to fight to protect, to defend the weak and stand up for them when they are unable to for themselves. Fenris was a mighty warrior because he fought for the sake of others, not for himself.”


Minerva revealed herself to not have much talent when it came to fighting, and Teagan let out a sharp exhale. “You may not be now, but, in time, we will see.” If nothing else, the Stryder would make sure that the girl at least knew how to properly defend herself.


When they came upon the armory doors, Teagan opened them without any theatrics or grandeur. The smell of metal and leather reached her nostrils, and she welcomed the familiar scent. She held the door open, nodding sharply for Minerva to enter. “Today, you’ll choose a weapon to start learning with.” Once the girl had moved inside, Teagan followed, lighting a torch to help brighten the room a little more. “Go ahead, sample them. Test their weight in your hand, how it feels to hold them. Don’t worry about making a mistake either. You’re here to find something to start with, and are free to switch weapons as your training goes on until you find the one that fits you.”


She eyed her apprentice, “Just don’t grab the sharp part.” If someone as dense as Iorek could understand such a piece of logic, so too, did Teagan hope the Reticent could. If not…well, Teagan would have her work cut out for her.



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She tagged along behind her new mentor, unsure what exactly she was meant to say or do. To say the least Minerva was both terrified and in awe of the woman who led the way, stories of her skills and stern attitude ringing in her ears, much thanks to Night. When Teagan began to speak of the Brotherhood Minnie’s ears perked and she shuffled forward to be closer to the tale. If there was one thing Minerva enjoyed it was a good story. However, this story held a word she was not familiar with, “Fenris?” She questioned, her head tilting to the side slightly in curiosity. “Was he a member of Casa before?” The idea of a legendary warrior sent shivers down her spine. She needed to know more.

The reassurance was nice but it went in one ear and out the other. Right now the small girl knew nothing about defending herself, let alone someone else. The idea of fighting someone, to be quite honest, was not something she was looking forward to. Yet, when the armory opened her mouth opened. The walls were lined with a variety of weapons, and they were beautiful. Slowly she walked into the room. She was to choose one, but how? Teagan instructed her to feel the weapons. At the comment about not holding the sharp end Minerva dared a look at her mentor, “I gathered.” She assured her as she reached out for the closest weapon, a sword. As she lifted it she frowned, it was quite heavy and the blade intimidating. Quite quickly she placed it down. Everything seemed so…..pointy.

As she made her way around the room her eyes fell on wood. What was this? Reaching a hand out she noticed a sharp spear head on the top of many, but some had no metal at all. Grabbing a staff, which neared the height of her shoulder, she felt it. There was no way this could hurt someone really…was there? “Is this a weapon?” she asked rather naively.

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Teagan gave the girl a glance out of the corner of her eye when she asked of Fenris. “No,” she answered patiently, “He’s a god.” Her gaze turned away from the young Cavalier as she continued to lead them down the hallway. “He was a honorable warrior in times of old, a man of justice and good morals. Fenris protected the weak from those that would have otherwise taken advantage of them. He helped those in need when their own strength failed them. During his time on this Earth, he fought against the evils that plagued those dark, early days of our great ancestors. So, when he died, his heroism allowed him to become the sun that lights the sky by day, and the moon that guides us through the darkness of the night.”


It was a mouthful to say, however, it was clear that the girl had not learned of the god. While Teagan was not wholly religious, she had very loose beliefs, and, since the moral of the god’s tale went along with her own morals, she was more open to the once-bedtime story. If nothing else, perhaps the god’s ways would keep Minerva straight and true, and make an honest Cavalier out of her yet. The world could definitely use a few more do-gooders in it.


She watched as the Reticent took the armory in, slowly moving within and observing what all the room had to offer in the form of weaponry and defensive means. Leathers and generic Optime armor for spars and times of conflict were spread out against one side, the bulk of Casa di Cavalieri’s communal weaponry on the other. To the remark that was given her way, Teagan let out a soft chuff, inwardly glad that the girl seemed to know as much as to not touch the sharp end of the weapons.


The first weapon to be looked over was a sword, however, the interest there did not last long. Minerva put the weapon back in its stand, moving to a different part of the room. Her hands did not venture from her person again though until she came upon the long-ranged melee weaponry. At first, Teagan thought she may go for one of the spears, however, instead, she reached for something less fearsome looking.


To her question, Teagan let out a sharp exhale. “Anything can be made into a weapon if you want it to be,” she lectured as she paced over to where Minerva stood. “That’s a staff. While it may not be garbed in metal or shaped into something meant to puncture flesh, it’s still a formidable tool if in the right hands. Blunt weapons can do as much damage as a bladed one if wielded right.” Jonas would have known. His weapon of choice had been a club, and Teagan had seen first hand that he didn’t need to have a blade on the end to knock some sense into a terroristic rogue.




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Teagan’s description of this Fenris struck a chord with Minerva, who was always eager to soak in such tales. Since she had been a pup the obedient girl had listened with batted breath to the tales of grandeur from the merchants in various camps. Tales of knights on horse back and mythical beasts was nothing new to the light furred youth but it was more rare to hear of gods and goddesses. A warrior of good made sense for this land, where the Cavaliers put a large amount of pressure of protection of others.

At the mention of him turning into the sun she almost looked up, before remembering she was inside…and that the sun would hurt her eyes anyway. It was reassuring in a way to know that some in Casa believed that kindness and defense of those weak led to other worldly benefits. “Do you believe in Fenris then?” It was possible this was a step to far, delving into someone’s religious beliefs sometimes led to negative interactions, but Teagan was her mentor. Who else was she suppose to learn these things from?

The staff felt good in her hands, its weight was evenly dispersed and the material was natural, not something hard and cold. Her mentors exhale, however, had the opposite effect. The sound caused her to go rigid, her words making her feel rather stupid. Of course anything could be made into a weapon, but she had wanted to know if this was innately a weapon, not just something you could use as a weapon if you needed it to be. Most of the weapons she had seen others with had metal and sharp ends, this was simply a blunt heavy stick smoothed down. Despite the blow to her pride she kept her mouth shut and listened. Nodding she finalized her decision, “Staff it is.”

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Thanks for the thread<3333

She grunted at the girl’s curious question about her beliefs. Teagan wasn’t used to being questioned about her beliefs, as most Cavaliers either didn’t care, or, already knew of the Knights’ religion to begin with. Her family did not consist of any devout individuals. In fact, if she thought about it, her father was likely the most in-tune with the faith than any of his children or other far-extended family that remained within the pack.


“My father believes in him,” she answered instead, purposely evading the actual question being asked of her. The warrior princess herself very loosely believed there to be much truth behind the old tale told to her in her youth. Though, to be fair, Teagan was not one to hold much faith in much of anything. Fenris’ story had good intentions, as well, good morals and lessons to be taught and gained from it, even if some of the more glorified parts of it were, perhaps, a bit overdone.


However, she didn’t want the Reticent to discount the story just because her new mentor wasn’t a firm believer in Fenris’ tale. Teagan had yet to see what the girl was made out of, so, perhaps, the fabled god’s story would be something to keep her in line, or, at the very least, help guide her into what it meant to be a true knight of Casa di Cavalieri.


Her soft snort seemed to make the girl edgy…for whatever reason. Was she nervous? Scared? The Reticent had no reason to be, or, at least, the Stryder didn’t think so. However, Teagan wasn’t one to be in tune with her emotional side or reading body language that wasn’t tied to fighting somehow. That was Indi’s expertise, and it was a wonder why her father had thought it a good idea to make the canary-eyed daughter of Lyris this poor girl’s mentor. She had had to remind herself over and over again ever since the apprentice ceremony that the Lune likely had a reason for it all. It was too bad that Teagan couldn’t see why just yet.


Minerva appeared to have made her choice, and the warrior princess, nodding approvingly to the girl’s decisive decision-making. Some might have wallowed, been fickle about their decision on what weapon to begin with. Not this girl. She had honed in on the staff, much like Teagan herself had been drawn to the sword as a weapon when she had first set her sights on the armory as a mere pup. It was something the Stryder noted in silence though, still trying to feel out the waters of the new responsibility that had been dropped into her lap.


“Excellent. Let’s go topside now and start your training.”





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