24th of Fall 515
8th Bell – Syna's Reign
Ball hated waking up early, it was not a pleasant time in the morning trying to stir his dog out from underneath the covers and rose himself enough to prepare for the day. Yet, habits needed to be made and today was a good a day as any other. It wasn't exactly hard getting up, but it was not exactly what the three inch clay squire wanted to do. Imass yipped and grumbled when Ball finally uncovered the mount and got him out of bed. Once both were awake and out of bed the pycon grabbed the length of metal he had the most training in. In this case Thorn was the weapon Ball lifted up out of his trunk at the foot of his bed and mounted his faithful dog.
It took two or three chimes, Ball never knew how long it took to get from dorm to Training Grounds, but he had a specific squire in mind he wanted to train with. Ball knew Squirrel was around somewhere but had zero idea where, Staring Pycon was probably staring at walls or something… So the one Ball had in mind was a large winged one he met about a year ago, he never did recall the name. That wasn't a big deal though, he was almost certain he could find the winged squire up there anyway. After all, as far as Ball could tell, that was the only large winged squire they had in the order. Probably the only one we will ever have. Once up to the grounds though, Ball slide from the back of his faithful mount and shifted his grip on his weapon of choice as the dog went about his morning business.
Once completed the dog returned to Ball's side with a humph and a yawning. Ball though was looking for the winged squire in mind and currently was not able to find him. Aw he would've been a good sparring partner for Thorn. Be a lot harder to hit him than it would be to hit a rock or a bale of hay.
Sighing though the squire mounted his dog, shifting his weight and position so that the weapon stuck out to the left of the dog's face, but straight out. It wasn't an easy task to handle however, as the dog's head was far larger than Ball's reach well holding the weapon. This was when the Pycon decided instead to sort of angle out there, holding the weapon close to his body provided better stability and still provided the same relatively straight line the larger pycons used when they were jousting with lances. He nudged the dog into a slow walk, trying to keep the weapon steady enough at a slower pace so he could get used to not wielding it for so long. The use of using a weapon comfortably comes from use Ball, not just skill. He reminded himself, realizing that the other squires that were there as long, or longer, than he has been were better used to holding a weapon even if they weren't any better with said weapon.
WC: 520
8th Bell – Syna's Reign
Ball hated waking up early, it was not a pleasant time in the morning trying to stir his dog out from underneath the covers and rose himself enough to prepare for the day. Yet, habits needed to be made and today was a good a day as any other. It wasn't exactly hard getting up, but it was not exactly what the three inch clay squire wanted to do. Imass yipped and grumbled when Ball finally uncovered the mount and got him out of bed. Once both were awake and out of bed the pycon grabbed the length of metal he had the most training in. In this case Thorn was the weapon Ball lifted up out of his trunk at the foot of his bed and mounted his faithful dog.
It took two or three chimes, Ball never knew how long it took to get from dorm to Training Grounds, but he had a specific squire in mind he wanted to train with. Ball knew Squirrel was around somewhere but had zero idea where, Staring Pycon was probably staring at walls or something… So the one Ball had in mind was a large winged one he met about a year ago, he never did recall the name. That wasn't a big deal though, he was almost certain he could find the winged squire up there anyway. After all, as far as Ball could tell, that was the only large winged squire they had in the order. Probably the only one we will ever have. Once up to the grounds though, Ball slide from the back of his faithful mount and shifted his grip on his weapon of choice as the dog went about his morning business.
Once completed the dog returned to Ball's side with a humph and a yawning. Ball though was looking for the winged squire in mind and currently was not able to find him. Aw he would've been a good sparring partner for Thorn. Be a lot harder to hit him than it would be to hit a rock or a bale of hay.
Sighing though the squire mounted his dog, shifting his weight and position so that the weapon stuck out to the left of the dog's face, but straight out. It wasn't an easy task to handle however, as the dog's head was far larger than Ball's reach well holding the weapon. This was when the Pycon decided instead to sort of angle out there, holding the weapon close to his body provided better stability and still provided the same relatively straight line the larger pycons used when they were jousting with lances. He nudged the dog into a slow walk, trying to keep the weapon steady enough at a slower pace so he could get used to not wielding it for so long. The use of using a weapon comfortably comes from use Ball, not just skill. He reminded himself, realizing that the other squires that were there as long, or longer, than he has been were better used to holding a weapon even if they weren't any better with said weapon.
WC: 520
