Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 14, 2010 0:38:45 GMT -5
Second Week of Winter, Year Two of Sabrina’s Reign
Throughout our passing time together in the warmth of bed, there had been abundant times when I had made inquires as to Uruz’s instruction of bladed weapons, so that he might show me how I should properly handle them. A farfetched ideal for me in learning such a skill, mayhap. Though I was patient, imploring him none until he thought me ready for such a task. And that day had finally arrived.
I had only a notion of what troubles would bid me due greeting in enduring the likely unrelenting training with Uruz. My father had endured them many a time ago serving House Camlach as a Chevalier. He spoke of his former days fondly, and I remember those stories well, knowing how much his muscles had ached from the intensity of his training.
While it was a truth he imparted familiarity of a blade to my brother first, much later he had awarded a fair knowledge upon his sole daughter so that I would comprehend the use of the dagger he bestowed me, to which I was grateful for.
Since that day I had much practice with the dagger, and learned a trick or two in how to utilize the item to its full capability. I was proud of my abilities though I knew naught what Uruz thought on that matter. I pushed aside the thought as I entered his forge, as expected, and dashed in ahead of the frosty air to be welcomed by the warmth of his business. It felt such a comfort to my cool cheeks that I sighed to myself in relief.
I had wisely dressed for the coolness of the day, minding to wear a cloak and a few added garments along with my thick dress to aid in my comfort. Soon enough I would be outside again, hopefully learning somewhat of how best to wield a blade, and making none a fool out of myself in front of him.
Throughout our passing time together in the warmth of bed, there had been abundant times when I had made inquires as to Uruz’s instruction of bladed weapons, so that he might show me how I should properly handle them. A farfetched ideal for me in learning such a skill, mayhap. Though I was patient, imploring him none until he thought me ready for such a task. And that day had finally arrived.
I had only a notion of what troubles would bid me due greeting in enduring the likely unrelenting training with Uruz. My father had endured them many a time ago serving House Camlach as a Chevalier. He spoke of his former days fondly, and I remember those stories well, knowing how much his muscles had ached from the intensity of his training.
While it was a truth he imparted familiarity of a blade to my brother first, much later he had awarded a fair knowledge upon his sole daughter so that I would comprehend the use of the dagger he bestowed me, to which I was grateful for.
Since that day I had much practice with the dagger, and learned a trick or two in how to utilize the item to its full capability. I was proud of my abilities though I knew naught what Uruz thought on that matter. I pushed aside the thought as I entered his forge, as expected, and dashed in ahead of the frosty air to be welcomed by the warmth of his business. It felt such a comfort to my cool cheeks that I sighed to myself in relief.
I had wisely dressed for the coolness of the day, minding to wear a cloak and a few added garments along with my thick dress to aid in my comfort. Soon enough I would be outside again, hopefully learning somewhat of how best to wield a blade, and making none a fool out of myself in front of him.