Sharpen the Steel

Fern had listened to his monologue with respectful patience, truly drinking in every word he said. Artorias could see it in her oceanic eyes as she internalized his message. Their parents had done the best they could for them. Now it was up to them to take the lessons and carry on the legacies to make the world a better place. The young Carpathian patriarch watched while Fern carefully lifted the sword she'd been working on and inspected it further, just like he had. She confirmed what he already knew—the sword was ready for battle—and then went on to state that with love and care, the sword would be a fine weapon to its owner. Artorias nodded his head assent. "I agree, which is why I hope you'll continue to care for it as well as you did today."

A little knowing smirk twitched on the corner of Artorias' lips while he waited for the meaning of his words to sink in for Fern. Before she could say anything else, Artorias continued, motioning with a tip of his head towards the sword while he spoke. "I've watched you carry your training sword diligently. You followed all the rules I gave you. You've proven that you are responsible and diligent and take pride in honing your skills. From now on, you are not required to carry it with you all the time, only when you wish to." Artorias rested his paw on the sword's hilt, turning it towards Fern again as he laid the matching hunter green leather scabbard beside her new blade. "This sword belongs to you now, Fern. Treat it well and with respect, and it will never let you down." As he finished, Art let Fern have a chance to bask in the moment and savor it. This was a big step for her and he was very proud of all the work she'd put into her training. Though they still had work to do before she'd be considered proficient, this was a major checkpoint on the path of a swordsman.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"