Evening Vespers

Ashiel seemed rather confident that his assumption had been incorrect, a vigorous shake of his head indicating a defense of his point to follow. "I know for certain that he is not avoiding you because you left for a time with your father or because he's disappointed. There has been much going on lately, especially with the move and his children. His thoughts may be elsewhere but that does not mean he has forgotten about you or does not wish to bother with you." the older male assured him, vocals ringing out calm and stony across the garden. The reassurance was all he could have asked for. There was no one to provide him with that guidance now, with his father absent. Perhaps Ashiel had been placed in his path at this moment by God in order to keep him moving in the right direction.

It took a moment, while Ashiel considered the question, before an answer to his predicament arose. The oracle cast his verdant gaze towards the phoenix, who held it as calmly as he could. "Well, I think it would be a good show of perseverance and intent for you to take the initiative. Summon Malleus, tell him you wish to be trained in the arts of battle and ask if he can spare time to train you and if not have him recommend someone who can." he finally said with decisiveness. That was a brilliant idea! The boy hummed thoughtfully, a gesture of acknowledgment and and an indication that he was going to take this under advisement. "And… if you like I could perhaps hold a training session or two with you. You know I was a skilled warrior before I became an Oracle. I lived and breathed for battle and my skills have not dulled with time."

A little twinkle played in his cerulean eyes, thrilled that he was being given not only the time of day by the older male, but an opportunity to learn from him. "I would gladly accept, it would be an honour to learn from you." he said softly, lips twitching up into a smile. "Would you tell me the story of how you became an oracle, too? That seems like an interesting transition." he felt a stillness in his chest that hadn't been there previously, only the hammering of his heart where something feral and afraid had previously been tearing at the confines of his ribs.