Dance of Brothers [Laisren Spar]

Alright, so he might have been planning to step down soon, but the lack of any spars since Aurielle and Amos’ spar was starting to make Regulus itch. It was a cool Autumn day, and he was feeling restive. He hadn’t sparred since Amos’ test and he was ready to work out a bit.

He tipped his head back as he reached a muddy spot by a stream that meandered through the plains, calling for Aurielle, and then Laisren with the invitation of a spar. It was time he saw his brother honing his skills and doing part of his job as a Legionary. He was pretty certain he liked the changed Aurielle would be making to the pack.

They had spoken well into the night after speaking with Gwenevere, and several times after. It seemed sound. She was still mulling over ranks, but he was interested to see what she’d reveal.

As he waited, though he could already see his daughter’s shimmering white form approaching, he tested the footing and found it reasonably slippery. Enough to challenge both himself and his sibling. Settling into a stance, he waited patiently as his daughter took a seat nearby, a smile on her face as she offered, “If he’s not tired after you’re done, I may spar with him, too.”

He grinned, nodding. "Let him know when he gets here."