Finding Your Balance

Artorias was waiting outside on the castle walls for their esteemed guest to get out of bed and join him for their first lesson together. Okay, maaaaaybe the esteemed guest had an excuse in that he'd been stabbed over a dozen times, and maybe—just maybe—Art had been the one to do the stabbing, so he could be patient. Last he had seen, Sirius was able to get out of bed on his own and was standing and walking, albeit slowly for the time. It was a massive relief to know he hadn't permanently crippled the Warlord during his berserk attack; that guilt would have eaten him alive more than if he'd just killed him! Art couldn't imagine a worse fate.

During their little talks, Artorias had been tasked with finding a spot for the two of them to meditate. It had taken some thought, but he had ultimately decided on the western walls of the castle that faced out over the ocean. Something about the natural elements had always called to him, drawn him to them. Water, earth, fire... There was harmony and balance in nature, a harmony and balance he was seeking. It seemed fitting now to be sitting, watching the waves on the ocean, feeling the cool breeze tousling his thick fur. Maybe it was just him making things up, but the breeze almost felt warmer, like it might be heralding sunnier days on the horizon. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part...


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"