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Finding Your Balance

Seer



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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age
11 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
3,227

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05-07-2021, 09:34 PM

“Good for you” Sirius said approvingly. He might have been giving it his best shot to make Art angry, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t approve of Art's constant defence of his daughter. Despite his mention of Briar, he managed to keep himself where he was told to be. Making his way through his breathings, holding his temper and his place. Sirius could see that it was an effort of will - but one the boy was winning.

He stopped for a moment, stopped and just looked. This was what a child raised by the noble Resin and compassionate Tamsyn looked like. A boy that could not be riled easily, and yet was not to be trifled with. Seers own body was testament to that.


Fighting a sudden, but silly urge to pull Art into a hug, he instead circled the boy once more. Stopping in front of him again, he let the stick fall to the ground, and crouched on the snow. Leaning forward, he rested his head lightly against Art. “No, your anger doesn't control you.” He murmured softly, a compliment. Then he lifted himself to his paws again with a groan. Yeah, that hole in his paw pad was going to ache for a while.

“Alright. You’ve got the basics down. Breathing, body awareness, and mental awareness of your anger and what tempers it. To expand on that - I want you to think what instructions you would give another to control their temper. How would you lead meditation? Or would you choose a different path.” He tapped Arts paw lightly with his own. “Get to your paws Artorias. Teaching is one of the ways to learn, so we are going to swap roles for a time. Think about your own anger, and put that into words you think would help another. Then-” and here he gave a cheeky grin “-If you still feel like smacking me with my own stick, we can have a little spar.” just… out of view of Tamsyn.

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