Stoking the Embers

*Resin* · 11-30-2020, 03:42 AM

"Resin"

Artorias took his time deciding. The whole time that she was speaking, there was a look of seriousness on his black and blue face. It was very unlike the hopefully, dreaminess that his brother had when asking to learn 'everything.' Resin appreciated this and she appreciated it even more when he didn't answer her immediately after she was done speaking. The boy actually thought about it. Though young, he mulled over everything that she'd said to him. It was smart. In that act alone she had faith that, if he decided to go forward, he would do well. In time, he gave her the answer that she expected: a humble, and heartfelt yes. Very well. She would teach the boy. Resin would do everything in her power to turn him into the warrior that he wanted to be. She would turn him into the warrior that she wanted him to be. Honor would be his breath and Dignity would be his blood. He would protect the weak. He would hold family high and dear. He would do what needed to be done, no matter how gritty or dangerous the task. Artorias would be her little knight. Resin could envision the man that he would become, but for now, she wished to hold onto the child. Wrapping her thick forelegs around him, she pulled him in close against her ashen chest. The woman swiped her tongue along the top of his head, mussing his fur somewhat. In some ways, his childhood ended today.

With the boy still in her grasp, Resin began to speak once more. "Starting tomorrow you'll rise with me every morning. You'll begin running half a patrol with me. You must build your stamina." A knight was no good if time and fatigue took them out. He would need to have the strength and drive to last through battle. A little patrol every morning would help him on the road to achieving this. "When you're not with me," she motioned with her nose, directing the boys attention towards the rocks that littered the edges of the river that led to the falls. "Push as many of those rocks into a line as you can." He would build his muscles and would be able to push himself more each day. Being able to push rocks that he couldn't budge the day before would be a testament to his hard work. Little goals.

Discipline would be learned by these tasks, but skills in fighting would need to be taught. "In the evenings we'll train in combat and strategy." She would have to find opponents for the boy. Rudyard would no doubt be one of them and would learn in the process, but there would have to be others as well. Perhaps she would set up a pup tournament of sorts. Prizes could be handed out to the winners. It was definitely something to think about.

"We should get you armor so that you can grow accustomed to the feel of it. A weapon too, if you feel that you need one." Aside from her steel claws, Resin did not use weapons. She felt limited by them. With the claws on her paws and the deadly teeth in her mouth, there was no real reason for another weapon. Resin imagined that Artorias would want a sword or staff of some sort. She'd seen him swinging his sticks about, so they might as well continue along that path.

"I'm glad that you've chosen this path, Artorias," the woman admitted in soft lyrics. "I know that you will make me proud, my little knight." His disposition alone made her proud. His spirit was akin to her own and so she felt a connection with him that she didn't feel with the rest, though she wouldn't admit it to them. The woman gently pushed the boy out of her grasp and turned him to face her. "Now, tell me what you know of fighting." She was ready to begin his training.

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