They'd yet to have the lengthy conversation that Aemon had been waiting for; the Aquila had simply been too busy. The rain had lulled the coy-wolf into sleep many a time over the past week, but now the sky was bright, and he only had to wait for his dear half-brother to return to his cave dwelling. Not knowing his habits yet, Aemon stayed close to D'Neville, venturing out to try to find a better, more suitable stick to carve into a spear. On his way back from the Garden of Eden a couple days prior, he'd found a wonderfully sharp rock that he planned to chip away into a stone arrowhead to tip the weapon.
Since he'd first used a stick to train in combat, Aemon had preferred it's lightweight, easily maneuverable frame. Simply, aerodynamic. As a young man, he was fast, and he had learned to propel the weapon through the air and through the flesh of a target. At first, he'd only sharpened the tip of the wooden stick. Sometimes, though, that hadn't been enough to kill his prey, and he'd needed to finish the job another way. The sharp, jagged edges of the arrowhead would do a much better job.
Aemon had been blessed with skill in matters of agility and strength; these tasks had come easy to him as a child, and he had only grown into them more as a young adult. In Scintilla, he had even risen to a Lieutenant, just below Kastra. For Inferni, he had abandoned that post.
With a sigh, Aemon sat down upon a sturdy flat ledge of rock, near enough to Ezekiel's home that he should be able to catch him, on his way in. In his hands he turned the thick wooden rod, examining it more thoroughly now. He'd found several others, but this one had been smoother than the rest to begin with. Now, a pale silver hand moved to the pocket of his loose cotton pants, where he kept his pocket knife. It was not a large knife, and it was spotted with rust, but Aemon kept it sharp. To pass the time, he sat in the sun and whittled away at the wood, peeling off the rough bark. Despite his hands being calloused from use, he couldn't help but prefer a soft grip.
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