Dec 31 2015, 02:43 PM
For @Nova ! Training thread!
He led them in silence, though desperately wanting to grill the dog for more information about herself, he refrained. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off with being too nosy. Besides, mentors were supposed to be cool, reserved, mysterious. That's what Ghanyarah wanted to be despite his overwhelming curiosity about her. So he said nothing, weaving through the trees while quietly rolling over his game plan.
He had to learn how she had changed the temperature of the air. It was the ideal spell, turning a room into his comfort - even though it slowed his muscles, it was where he felt most at home. He relished the vulnerability, knowing that even exposed, with the cold air he was stronger. Even when it chilled his bones, he was more powerful, and he would make that sacrifice for the assurrence of a more precise strike. He was determined to achieve that level of mastery. Strong enough to rival Dragon, and the warriors that fought Raheerah, maybe even Raheerah himself... And strong enough to destroy that stupid white dog.
It felt obvious to him that he was using this as an excuse to hone his own prowess, but she didn't need to know that. They reached the tree where he made his home before long - the images of his friends scratched into the bark stood out against the dark colour of its external layer. The remains of the morganite chrysalis previously host to his son lay cradled in its upturned roots, and the spot where Ghanyarah usually sat on the low hanging limb looked worn and pale. He didn't spare a second glance at the tree. Instead, the reptile turned to face his companion, looking her over completely. "This is where we will do most of our training. We may also go down to the Heart, or the crags. If you are strong enough, maybe you will even meet Aquarian. But only those powerful enough to withstand his excrutiating glare will ever know him." Ghanyarah said pointedly, trying to describe Aquarian to be as mythical and frightening as he could.
Now that he thought about it, it made him feel kind of special to have it in with Aquarian, the ancient swamp serpent. Dragon knew more about him than Ghanyarah, but they had jointly decided that they were both his sons. That had to speak for something, right?
He led them in silence, though desperately wanting to grill the dog for more information about herself, he refrained. The last thing he wanted was to scare her off with being too nosy. Besides, mentors were supposed to be cool, reserved, mysterious. That's what Ghanyarah wanted to be despite his overwhelming curiosity about her. So he said nothing, weaving through the trees while quietly rolling over his game plan.
He had to learn how she had changed the temperature of the air. It was the ideal spell, turning a room into his comfort - even though it slowed his muscles, it was where he felt most at home. He relished the vulnerability, knowing that even exposed, with the cold air he was stronger. Even when it chilled his bones, he was more powerful, and he would make that sacrifice for the assurrence of a more precise strike. He was determined to achieve that level of mastery. Strong enough to rival Dragon, and the warriors that fought Raheerah, maybe even Raheerah himself... And strong enough to destroy that stupid white dog.
It felt obvious to him that he was using this as an excuse to hone his own prowess, but she didn't need to know that. They reached the tree where he made his home before long - the images of his friends scratched into the bark stood out against the dark colour of its external layer. The remains of the morganite chrysalis previously host to his son lay cradled in its upturned roots, and the spot where Ghanyarah usually sat on the low hanging limb looked worn and pale. He didn't spare a second glance at the tree. Instead, the reptile turned to face his companion, looking her over completely. "This is where we will do most of our training. We may also go down to the Heart, or the crags. If you are strong enough, maybe you will even meet Aquarian. But only those powerful enough to withstand his excrutiating glare will ever know him." Ghanyarah said pointedly, trying to describe Aquarian to be as mythical and frightening as he could.
Now that he thought about it, it made him feel kind of special to have it in with Aquarian, the ancient swamp serpent. Dragon knew more about him than Ghanyarah, but they had jointly decided that they were both his sons. That had to speak for something, right?