Post by Cirus on Aug 21, 2019 14:39:09 GMT
Tower of Morning to Lion on the Hill to Arc of The Moon to Folding the Fan. Stop, repeat. The sword moved through the air was stilted, but slowly becoming smoother. The forms were slowly becoming more and more natural as Cirus worked through them in what little free time he was allowed to himself. Two hours a day, every day, that was what he tried to spend on them. Given his still weak status with the one power, the blade and his fists were his strengths, and right now the only thing that would see him wearing the sword and dragon pins one day.
His mind kept reaching back to Saldea. His conversation with the Captain after the raid on the walls, and to what he’d forced himself to think about the next day. He had helped, no one could claim that he hadn’t, but his actions were not the best utilized to strike against the shadow. His strength with the One Power was too weak to be directly used, so he would have to sharpen his body and mind to make up for it. If he couldn’t be a wildfire unleashed on the minions of the shadow then he would become an agent of the armies that would cut them down.
The courtyard was mostly empty, save for a few like him who had a few spare hours or those who were tasked with maintenance of the grounds. The sun had yet to rise completely, and only the first of the mornings' golden rays were caressing the grass. Soon the courtyard would be busy with those who had morning instruction and those with tasks that require more sunlight than what was currently present.
Cirus continued on with his movements until the sun was halfway through the air, he still had time to himself before his chores would begin but the yard was starting to fill up. The canteen would likely be open by now as well, he could get himself some breakfast if he so chose. He sheathed his sword and thought about his options for a moment. The forge wouldn’t require him until the afternoon, and his classes would be later in the evening. All of which raised the question, what was Cirus to do with himself today?
His mind kept reaching back to Saldea. His conversation with the Captain after the raid on the walls, and to what he’d forced himself to think about the next day. He had helped, no one could claim that he hadn’t, but his actions were not the best utilized to strike against the shadow. His strength with the One Power was too weak to be directly used, so he would have to sharpen his body and mind to make up for it. If he couldn’t be a wildfire unleashed on the minions of the shadow then he would become an agent of the armies that would cut them down.
The courtyard was mostly empty, save for a few like him who had a few spare hours or those who were tasked with maintenance of the grounds. The sun had yet to rise completely, and only the first of the mornings' golden rays were caressing the grass. Soon the courtyard would be busy with those who had morning instruction and those with tasks that require more sunlight than what was currently present.
Cirus continued on with his movements until the sun was halfway through the air, he still had time to himself before his chores would begin but the yard was starting to fill up. The canteen would likely be open by now as well, he could get himself some breakfast if he so chose. He sheathed his sword and thought about his options for a moment. The forge wouldn’t require him until the afternoon, and his classes would be later in the evening. All of which raised the question, what was Cirus to do with himself today?
