Me and You, and My Dog Blue

Álarr nodded firmly. Yes, healing. He felt it would be a useful skill if he or his brothers ever got hurt in a fight. He giggled though at mention of Auntie Rhythm. She was ancient! He wasn't sure how long his kind lived to be but Rhythm's age, and Valentines for that matter, were really impressive.

"Nice to meet you Righty."

Tyrian seemed interested in a spar and Álarr quickly squared up against his brother, seeking to put about six feet of space between them. Maybe if one of them got hurt Afi could some him healing in real life. He grinned as he set his defenses. "Ummm…. you can go first if you like!"