Seyp spent the better half of a bell standing in front of the target, and his arm was beginning to feel the strain of the repeated motion as he constantly tossed the throwing daggers, finding only a few of his throws had been sticking into the wooden surface, and awkwardly at that. He was slowly getting the hang of his throw, however, as the repeated attempts showed the tip of the throwing daggers getting closer with each throw. At first, he was putting too much or too little on his throw, releasing to early or too late. The blade would either harmlessly hit the wooden surface of the target and bounce back, or hit handle first before flying back towards Seyp. The frustration of not quite getting it down quickly showed on Seyp’s face, especially considering Fel said it was a fairly simple weapon to advance in.
He took a moment, rolling his shoulder as he gave slow breaths. “Seyp, a word of advice.” Cian suddenly called out, drawing Seyp’s attention to him. “You’re concentrating too much on the throw. Just throw it.”
“Just throw it?” Seyp said, almost confused.
“Yes, just throw it.” Cian replied again.
Seyp gave a slow exhale, resisting the urge to roll his eyes as he looked back to the target. He stood there, idle and static for a moment as he held the throwing dagger lightly in his hands. Finally, he released a breath, drawing back his hand as he found himself concentrating less on how hard he should throw or when to release. His hand then snapped forward, taking a step with his left foot before his grip released along the hilt of his dagger. It quickly flung through the air, taking one full rotation before finally the tip of the dagger imbedded into the wooden surface of the target, vibrating slightly from the force of impact. Seyp’s eyes went wide for a moment, looking it over before his gaze drifted over to his father questioningly. Cian only smiled in response, motioning towards the target. “Well, what are you gawking at, child?” Cian said, giving a little chuckle. “Keep throwing.”
Seyp soon grasped the next dagger, standing up strait once again. His hand drew back, his wind up a little quicker now as he cleared any thought of how he managed to throw the first dagger that had stuck so nicely, and once again, as his father put it, just “threw it.” Again the dagger flung through the air before once again sticking into the wooden target just below the previous dagger. Seyp then began to get excited, quickly repeating the process as he grabbed the third and final dagger, drawing back and once again throwing with a step forward. This time, however, the dagger spun a little too much, the tip sticking into the wood a little late as forward momentum carried the dagger upward before the hilt slammed against the target’s surface and worked it’s way free before falling to the ground. A hint of disappointment appeared on Seyp’s face at the third throw as he looked to the dagger along the ground.
His attention was soon drawn away from the dagger as he felt a hand resting along each shoulder. He slowly looked up to see both Fel and Cian standing behind him. “Well, you are getting used to the throw, but the sun is beginning to set.” Fel said, looking down to Seyp. “Plus we’ve put you through some tough training today, that we feel it’s been enough.”
“Can’t very well get better if you have to spend your next day at the healers, after all.” Cian then added, smiling to Seyp. “Go grab the daggers and we’ll head home.”
Seyp finally looked down, giving a long exhale before his shoulders dropped slightly. He hadn’t yet realized it, but him and his parents had been in the training yards all day long. The activities over the long bells finally made themselves present as aches and pains rose up over all of Seyp’s body, his feet dragging lightly along the ground as he pull the two daggers from the target before scooping the third one up off that ground. Walking back towards his parents, Fel held an opened bag in front of Seyp before he dropped the daggers within it. Slowly, the three of them turned towards the exits of the Training Yards, beginning the slow walk back home. “So, what is the most important part of a Malediction item, Seyp?” Fel then asked idly, testing Seyp’s mental state, seeing how well he could still think after being pushed to his physical limits.
“The circle.” Seyp answered weakly as he took a half lean along his mother’s side, her arm sliding over his shoulder.
“And why is it the most important?” Cian then asked, ruffling his son’s hair a bit.
“Because it tells the story of the body part’s owner, unlocking the djed within and releasing the properties it contains.” Seyp answered, his eyes drifting open and closed a little. "Without it, the item is just another bone and won't do anything."
Even though the training today had been primarily physical, his parents at the end of it still reminding him where his true talents laid. It was a talent that ran deeply within their family line, especially on his mother’s side. It would be him who such practices would be passed on to in the end. Seyp only hoped that with beginning his training today, he could eventually end up doing both his parents and his people proud.
