Completed Will you show me ? (Fallon)

[Edrik]

55th Spring, 513 AV "No." That was the only answer the poor boy had got since he arrived in Syliras. There was no work for him, no help to give, only a more or less mocking "You're too little." Was he really ? Of course, the boy was on his early thirteenth year, but was that so important ? He was strong enough to carry wood or to handle a hammer. He had already prooved that in many other towns. "What's wrong here?" he mumbled. But he already knew the answer ; there were too many poeple here. Bakers, blacksmiths, herbalists did not need him beceause there were plenty of other workers, more dexterous, stronger or wizer than he was. "I just wanna learn... why don't they let me..." The grumbler boy kept walking where his feet wanted him to. Lost in his mind, he realized where he was only when he heard that significant cling of a sword hiting metal. Raising his head, he saw a squire hitting a strange amount of straw, wood and metal. Was it a girl or a man, he could not determine, seing only the squire's back. But his attention was caught. Slowly, he made few more steps and sat on the ground. It was not very confortable, but he had now a wonderful view on the squire's training.

oocI'm sorry, I don't know where you are usually training, so I avoided any description. Please set it up!

[Fallon]

If there was anything Fallon occasionally tested, it was weapons. And the best place to do that she often found was not in the training grounds themselves, but outside of the way of a majority of squires and in the Fighter’s Pit. There in the dulled sunlight of spring, along down Winthrop Alley, did Fallon begin learning. It was fortunate today that there were only a few observers about, and a few others practicing with their own weapons against each other whilst others wrestled upon mats. Fallon herself though was busy trying to strap a small shield to her arm, an occasional self strikes upon it with a firm fist. She gave the strap a firm tug whilst her left hand held tightly to the grip. It was barely eighteen inches in diameter, and although it may of seemed small in size to several, it was in fact a good size for her. Which made a pleasant change to the usual of equipment being too big for her.

She gave the steel tulwar a slash in front of it, the shield hovering to protect the majority of her body, whilst the blade itself waved about. Talent was indeed lacking. But the addition of this extra piece of equipment was indeed weighty. She felt her left side grow heavier, her balance off centre, but as she gave a slash with the live blade the steel rickershading off the straw and wood pile that she had turned her attention onto. It gave a loud clang, her feet slipping and staggering back as the back of it hit the shield that she had raised up. The girl exhaled, throwing a foot back before giving her shield arm a wild shake.

The sword was awkwardly slid into its sheath whilst the shield arm continued to stretch out high above her, getting partially in the way as she did. She gave a frown, eyes narrowing down at the buckles as she gave them a tug. Her fingers relaxed, the metal shield loosely swinging about.
“Petching thing…” she walked away from the main body of the pit and sat herself down next to the wall as her fingers continued to pull at the shield “Come on, give you damned buckle…” her eyes turned up to a watching boy “Hey, kid, come here for a second, I need your hands. Help me get this blasted buckle loose will you?”


oocGenerally Fallon’s in the Antinous Training Grounds, in this case I’ll be setting it up in the Anthonius Fighter’s Pit. Makes a nice change of scene for Fallon.

[Edrik]

Edrik was fascinated. Fascinated by this girl - now he had seen her face he was sure - so concentrated to hit something like a dummy. The squire was obviously discovering the fight with a new shield, and the young boy would have never expected how hard it was. The squire was moving akwardly, and hardly kept her balance. Still, she never gave up. When she stopped, tired and sweaty, Edrik finally turned his head and look at his environment. He had hardly noticed before that he had entered the high, large and intimidating Anthonious Fighter's Pit. Edrik swallowed and kept his eyes wide opened, looking more carefully at the other fighters who were training in the Fighter's Pit. How on earth could he have missed them ? They were noisy, incredibly tall and bodybuildt, and their different weapons were shining in the sunlight. Seeing them and their rage, Edrik made few steps back. “Hey, kid, come here for a second, I need your hands. Help me get this blasted buckle loose will you?” Edrik jumped, startled. He did not expected anyone to adress him a word. Yet, the young squire girl was actually calling him for help. So he came near the squire, politely greet her and soflty untight the buckle ; with two hands it was far more simple. Then he stepped back to let the girl get the shield loose. He did not know how to behave. A bit shy and intimidated, he did not dare to add a word, and waited.

[Fallon]

Fallon exhaled deeply as the buckle was released. Her fingers that held it in place before relaxed and she turned away from the boy as she slipped the shield off. She gave an approving nod to the boy, eyes meeting his for a moment before the steel shield was leaned against the wall.
“Thanks kid,” she gave a mumble as she tugged at the straps of the armour and ensured that the Tulwar was put away safely in its scabbard. She gave the steel a firm shake, it rattling slightly as it slid finally into its slot. The squire clicked herself out, before picking up the shield once more and turning it in her hands, eyes stuck upon the surface before she turned her eyes once more to the boy.

He had been standing there for a while now, wrapped in a silence as he seemingly tried to work out how to react. If anything it reminded Fallon of herself when she was his age, though there was also a healthy dose of curiosity and questioning thrown in, along with the firm guiding hand of her mentor. Fallon shook her head, and twirled the shield round so the grip was facing towards her. She gave the loose buckle a tug, before turning her attention to the solid bar that sat parallel with it.
“So… what’s a kid like you doing watching a bunch of fighters?” the squire asked as she turned the shield over once more and studied its surface “Entertainment? Looking to learn something? Or just staying out of trouble?”

It was not often that she asked questions, but at present it seemed to be the only way to encourage words out of the boy. She cocked an eyebrow, and her lip curled “You can speak you know, I’m not going to bite your head off or anything.” The shield was rubbed by the cuff of her coat, small circular movements being made before once more she set it down. Her back went against the wall, her hands diving into her pockets as the boy was looked up and down “So, do you have a name?”

[Radiant]

Fallon :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Weapon: Tulwar	+1 XP
Weapon: Small Shield	+1 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: Anthonius Fighters Pit

Getting help from a kid

Loots

Edrik :

If you return, PM me and we'll work out your grade.

Notes :

Aaaaah... it's a shame Edrik suddenly retired without notice. Ah well... I give what I could, Fal.

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.