02-16-2009, 01:48 AM
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I’ll use the cookie table as the comfortable table, hahah~ Yumyum, ^=^ Thanks again~
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"Good." The female’s reply was simple as she nodded, emphasizing her approval. And she believed that the pup would be able to accomplish that feat, for she was still young and susceptible to change. The black fae watched the red-hued female for a few moments longer, the white orbs peering into the depths of those yellow eyes. And the force with which she looked was greater than she had exercised with any other, for the use of good judgment was crucial at this moment. If she taught the wrong person the wrong things, she was as much at fault as the perpetrator, for one must also be able to judge character and trust no one too deeply. Svara would learn this too, but the female figured that the younger girl would already be able to do such a thing. How else would she have been able to survive?
And the warrior knew now that she must tread carefully.
But the warrior gave her a small smile. At least the girl was eager to learn. If there was anything more difficult, it was teaching someone who did not wish to be taught. The woad warrior shifted and was about to rise when the girl spoke again. But the past shapes the future, she wanted to say, but she knew what was meant, and she was not meant to teach the discipline of words. "Understood," the alto responded with weight, and she meant it. Then, the woad warrior rose from her prone position to standing in a single fluid movement. Brushing the snow that had fallen upon her fur, she looked back at the shorter female. "Come," she commanded quietly, and she turned away, walking toward the cover of the trees.
As she traveled, the female was silent and did not incite any conversation, for she was normally a taciturn creature and tended to say only what needed to be said. After joining the pack, her conversational tendencies had increased, but only slightly. But she did not think that the youth would be bothered by such a thing, and so she made no effort to fill the silence. The silent world was better to listen to anyhow. It was only a moment before her den came into view. It was nestled in the crook of a great tree and overlooked a small brook. With a small leap, the woad warrior crossed the frozen ribbon and slid into her den. She left Svara outside and did not invite her in, for training would not require her to come into her home.
"Was there anything in particular that you wanted to learn?" She called from within. Somehow, Cwmfen felt that the girl had something particular in mind. Everything else had been done or said with a purpose. And the white eyed woman would have what she would need. If she wanted to learn how to fight without a weapon, that would be easy. If she wanted to learn how to fight with a weapon—knife, sword, bo, bow, anything—it would be equally as easy. And if the girl did not know, they could simply start with the basics.
I’ll use the cookie table as the comfortable table, hahah~ Yumyum, ^=^ Thanks again~
500+
"Good." The female’s reply was simple as she nodded, emphasizing her approval. And she believed that the pup would be able to accomplish that feat, for she was still young and susceptible to change. The black fae watched the red-hued female for a few moments longer, the white orbs peering into the depths of those yellow eyes. And the force with which she looked was greater than she had exercised with any other, for the use of good judgment was crucial at this moment. If she taught the wrong person the wrong things, she was as much at fault as the perpetrator, for one must also be able to judge character and trust no one too deeply. Svara would learn this too, but the female figured that the younger girl would already be able to do such a thing. How else would she have been able to survive?
And the warrior knew now that she must tread carefully.
But the warrior gave her a small smile. At least the girl was eager to learn. If there was anything more difficult, it was teaching someone who did not wish to be taught. The woad warrior shifted and was about to rise when the girl spoke again. But the past shapes the future, she wanted to say, but she knew what was meant, and she was not meant to teach the discipline of words. "Understood," the alto responded with weight, and she meant it. Then, the woad warrior rose from her prone position to standing in a single fluid movement. Brushing the snow that had fallen upon her fur, she looked back at the shorter female. "Come," she commanded quietly, and she turned away, walking toward the cover of the trees.
As she traveled, the female was silent and did not incite any conversation, for she was normally a taciturn creature and tended to say only what needed to be said. After joining the pack, her conversational tendencies had increased, but only slightly. But she did not think that the youth would be bothered by such a thing, and so she made no effort to fill the silence. The silent world was better to listen to anyhow. It was only a moment before her den came into view. It was nestled in the crook of a great tree and overlooked a small brook. With a small leap, the woad warrior crossed the frozen ribbon and slid into her den. She left Svara outside and did not invite her in, for training would not require her to come into her home.
"Was there anything in particular that you wanted to learn?" She called from within. Somehow, Cwmfen felt that the girl had something particular in mind. Everything else had been done or said with a purpose. And the white eyed woman would have what she would need. If she wanted to learn how to fight without a weapon, that would be easy. If she wanted to learn how to fight with a weapon—knife, sword, bo, bow, anything—it would be equally as easy. And if the girl did not know, they could simply start with the basics.