when the floodwaters come it's gonna look like mud

The pale lad could see that there was a glimmer of something in the Sequoia's cerulean eyes, but he wasn't sure exactly what. He found out soon enough though, when he finished his gran spiel and she offered her own response. "It is not silly," she promised, in the soft kind of voice that he felt like he might have expected to hear his mother use.. if she'd stuck around to raise him. "Size doesn't mean everything - not for a fighter, and not for a diplomat. Being exceptionally big or small is simply a first impression, and as we begin your training, we'll learn all about those." she explained, and it took a moment for the reality of what she said to sink in. When they began training, not if. He was being given a chance here, and he couldn't help the smile that crept onto his features, nor the gentle wagging of his tail across his heels. The respectful dip of her head preceded her next words, "I would be honored to personally train you. When I was just a little bit younger than you, it was the position I wanted for myself until fate had other ideas." Theory explained, and there was a bittersweet edge to her words that he couldn't have missed if he tried. He didn't know a lot about what had happened to put Theory in her position as their leader, but it didn't sound like they had been favourable conditions.

"What kind of training will I be taking part in?" he asked with a light tip of his heavy skull, suddenly consumed by the need to know everything he could about the future he was building for himself by simply taking the time to ask for help from the Sequoia.