Timestamp: 2nd of Winter 513 VA
"Come on! Is that all you got boy?" Recoomas chuckled as he looked to little Tasi and Shay. The Akalak had made a promise to his sons that he would make them into good sons and fierce Akalak. He had meant those words and now began their training, sort of. Recoomas stood beside the bed in Kavala's chamber, legs bent and palms held upward towards his son. Shayru stood up on the bed, legs spread, one hand tightly gripping his wooden lakan as he stared at his father. "Try again Shayru, try and hit me."
The Akalak was testing his son's speed by holding up his hands and quickly pulling them away as the boy tried to hit them with his lakan. keen eyes watched the little Akontak as he prepared to go again. It was probably more of a workout for the little boy than Recoomas realized. He wasn't used to being around many children and the darker brother never possessed the gentle touch for anything. "Faster my son, you must strike faster."
Reaching out quickly, Recoomas lightly tapped the boy's shoulder which made his already unbalanced footing topple and he fell backwards on the bed. But Shayru bounced back to his feet with a bit more grace than one might expect of a child his age. He had a fierce glare in his eyes, a need to prove himself to his father. The boy took another swipe at the hulking purple man, and sent a jab at him in quick succession.
"Are you even trying Shayru? Focus, imagine that I am a big, nasty Zith and you are the only thing standing between him and the people you care about." Something in his words struck the boy in just the right place, and his energy swelled, his tiny muscles flexed and with a quick action, Shayru lashed out and struck Recoomas palm before he could pull away. "Ha! There we are. I knew you could do it. My sons the great Akontak." he mused and scooped the boy from the bed and attacked him with a tickling fit.
"Come on! Is that all you got boy?" Recoomas chuckled as he looked to little Tasi and Shay. The Akalak had made a promise to his sons that he would make them into good sons and fierce Akalak. He had meant those words and now began their training, sort of. Recoomas stood beside the bed in Kavala's chamber, legs bent and palms held upward towards his son. Shayru stood up on the bed, legs spread, one hand tightly gripping his wooden lakan as he stared at his father. "Try again Shayru, try and hit me."
The Akalak was testing his son's speed by holding up his hands and quickly pulling them away as the boy tried to hit them with his lakan. keen eyes watched the little Akontak as he prepared to go again. It was probably more of a workout for the little boy than Recoomas realized. He wasn't used to being around many children and the darker brother never possessed the gentle touch for anything. "Faster my son, you must strike faster."
Reaching out quickly, Recoomas lightly tapped the boy's shoulder which made his already unbalanced footing topple and he fell backwards on the bed. But Shayru bounced back to his feet with a bit more grace than one might expect of a child his age. He had a fierce glare in his eyes, a need to prove himself to his father. The boy took another swipe at the hulking purple man, and sent a jab at him in quick succession.
"Are you even trying Shayru? Focus, imagine that I am a big, nasty Zith and you are the only thing standing between him and the people you care about." Something in his words struck the boy in just the right place, and his energy swelled, his tiny muscles flexed and with a quick action, Shayru lashed out and struck Recoomas palm before he could pull away. "Ha! There we are. I knew you could do it. My sons the great Akontak." he mused and scooped the boy from the bed and attacked him with a tickling fit.