Climbing

[Gracen]

Gracen supposed this Davakiyr had his reasons to help, and there was a flash of anger to underline that fact. He tried not to smile; he really oughtn't enjoy this just because it would work out to his benefit. "Sure," he offered, and watched as Davakiyr began to edge away. Still fluxing energy through his limbs, he reversed his leap, landing on the ledge from whence he had come. His stomach had dropped a bit in reaction to it, the uncertainty of his safety, but he made it. To get back to his normal haunts, he would have to climb again, but if the Symenestra just wanted a snack, this was as good a place to rest as any. He put his back to the wall to make as much room for his new companion as possible and looked up to see how he did it. There was much he could learn from him, even if his body was configured somewhat differently.

[Davakiyr]

Davakiyr reached the ledge of the building that Gracen had swung back onto by pulling his body up to rope and scurrying under it. He climbed quickly up a bridge just over the building and dropped down. He then retrieved the apple from his left pocket and placed it between his teeth. His venom began to sink into it.

As Davakiyr's food digested between his teeth he looked around; firstly, he looked just past Gracen, then he scanned both left and right from there. He was looking for something that would require the least strength to maneuver. He did not doubt Gracen's strength, it had been displayed to him already. Instead he was simply thinking that increasing the strength in the basics would prove most beneficial for quick improvement.

Davakiyr spotted some wider bridges that he would be more than comfortable walking across with a large load of weight. It looked like a good starting place. There was little room for error and it would help Gracen adjust to sensation of the wobbling threads. The bridges angled upward to a slightly higher stalactite and would require the use of all limbs to traverse. Anywhere in Kalinor could have led to death by falling so Davakiyr took this into account.

Davakiyr gave a nod to his left, or Gracen's right to indicate that that was where they would start. He figured they would practice it until Gracen felt comfortable with climbing the easy areas with little attention. Even Davakiyr would be uncomfortable climbing some places, if his skin didn't stick to the walls. He drained his apple of most of it's juices and then tossed onto the abysmal cave floor. --It probably wasn't a good idea to be constantly feeding these beast with food waste bodies, but it was convenient--

"You ready? It might be beneficial to stretch if you need the extra reach." Davakiyr said enthusiastically as he crept towards the bridge. "I'll show you how to do it quickly and comfortably. Try to imitate but don't fall." Davakiyr grabbed the silk and checked to ensure that Gracen was paying attention before he started. What use would it be to climb if he wasn't watching.

Gracen looked as though he would be able to climb it just fine. He would, however, be able to give pointers on form. This would be beneficial to his travel efficiency and ability to climb on thinner ropes with the same grace the Symenestra had.

[Gracen]

Gracen's gaze followed Davakiyr's, curious as to what he might see with his superior night vision, but when he didn't comment on anything, Gracen left it alone. He wasn't sure it was wise how the Symenestra just dumped their rubbish into the abyss. Certainly it lent a certain odor to some places, and he wondered if those scraps might not be carefully added to non-Symenestra meals rather than feeding the monsters below. But it didn't seem polite to ask and he didn't want to alienate a moderately affable Symenestra; they were rare. He moved to the right per Davakiyr's instruction and stretched as he released the Fluxed energy. He wanted his body to grow stronger, not rely upon magical augmentation unless he was in dire need. Gracen paid close attention, and began to climb after his new mentor of all things arachnid.

[Davakiyr]

Davakiyr had comfortably grabbed hold of the rope and bent his arms near so he was halfway in a push-up. He began to crawl the bridge slowly. Not unbearably slow, but, he wanted to be sure to emphasize the constant motion of the forearms. His hands naturally held the bridge but he clutched at it lightly so he could demonstrate how he thought a human would crawl. His knees stayed near his body and came up above belly button level as he crept them forward. The flexibility of the maneuver was not entirely necessary but, would be required to be familiar with if Gracen ever wished to climb quickly.

Davakiyr reached the end of the bridge and then held his skin to the underside of the home it connected to. It could appear that he was hanging upside-down except for his hands pressed to a wall a few feet behind him. He was not intending to show off. But, instinctively he would show the abilities he was capable of that Gracen wasn't. He hung in this manner and watched as Gracen followed. Unsure if Gracen could see from the distance that had been traveled he audibly stated, "Alright, I'm ready to see where our starting ground is."

[Gracen]

Gracen's eyes were somewhat accustomed to the gloom by now, and so he kept Davakiyr in his sights, and attempted to ape his movements as best he could, dividing his gaze between the man's example and the silk with which his own body had to work. He moved with considerably less grace and ease than the Symenestra, but he did move, and eventually climbed to the place where he awaited. He even tried to rappel without a harness, holding his weight with his arms and walking up the side as Davakiyr did, but not for long. He wasn't quite built for that, or just not ready for it yet. When he caught up, he didn't even try to do what his body would never do, but looked on without rancor. He was at peace with limitations, or at least patient with them, but a twelve-year quest for revenge that had yet to be assuaged would help with that. At the words, he squinted into the gloom, wishing he could see more clearly. "Our starting ground?" ApologiesSorry about my disappearance. My show has opened so I should be around more now. I hope I haven't lost you!