A talk.
10-14-2013, 07:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-14-2013, 07:07 AM by Bronze i.)
He grew somewhat somber, considering the possibilities. Losing a parent was no easy feat, even for a grown, mature adult -- and Bronze wasn't sure if he would live to see Mercury truly become a man. Would his beautiful child become hardened and scarred at losing him? At losing his mother? Or would it instill a sense of honor and loyalty in him? The outcomes were endless, and he couldn't help a sigh from escaping his lips. Already he was becoming a boy, and soon he would begin to venture into adulthood. He watched as Mercury, having won the argument, broke out into a wide grin. He took the compliment silently, licking the top of Mercury's head. "Now, what do you want to learn?" He would slow to a halt, eying his son with true curiosity. He knew he wanted to learn to fight, to defend his family -- but where did the boy want to begin? "Think of the best attack in the whole world, Mercury. If someone was coming at you, what would you do first?" Practice was really the only way to learn the art of sparring, and Bronze would stand, relaxed, wondering what Mercury's first instinct would be. Of course, the boy would not hurt him -- if anything, he'd feel a bit sore in the morning, but it was worth it. |
