Right through the nostril! Wait, no, septum.

Acacius found it much easier to wander further from home now that Aerie was a band and nomadic-ism was more or less encouraged. He didn't quite fit in with the Abraxas group very well, and already was counting down the days until he'd age out of their odd child-rearing agreement and into a life of freedom. The porcupines were preparing him well for the day, ensuring the yearling would have all the knowledge he needed, and fostering his interests in magic, poisons, and dead things. Unfortunately for him, parts of their curriculum included normal styles of healing as well. Today's lesson involved first a little bit of grave digging (to find a 'willing' subject) and then - should they find a corpse fresh enough - it was onward to learning how to stick sharp shit through flesh in a way that somehow didn't actually do harm.

The most reasonable place to find the corpse would be, of course, the battlefield. Acacius wasn't sure if he was quite allowed to wander this territory yet, but he did know that the adults in his life would want him to improve his skills. After all, that was what Eligos was being paid to attend to, was it not? Digging hard into the dirt, Acacius searched enthusiastically for something to practice upon. While he did so, the porcupines offered the beginnings of their lesson. "You want to find something fresh enough that flesh is still on the bone."The male counselled. "If we can't find anything here, we may have to look elsewhere. Or worst case, you may need to kill something yourself. What do you want to pierce? An ear, a nose, perhaps the gen-" The female porcupine cut her mate off with a hard jab of her quills, glaring at him with a look that threatened to pierce his unmentionables.

"Speech"