Come so far

Kea had made some efforts to clean up, but his father clearly saw enough of what remained as soon as he entered the room. He preened at the compliment his far doled out. As his father mentioned an opponent that struck back, he grinned. He had called his father here in the hopes of showing off what he had learned - it seemed that he was going to get his wish. Nerves fluttered in his stomach, and he was quick to comply. “You got it, dad!” He said as he scrambled to clean up the rest of the mess.

Grabbing a dummy, he hauled it over to where his father had requested. That done, he could only wait as his dad headed back out of the armoury again. He was curious enough to burst, but he contained it. Trying to put on an air of maturity as he waited for the Aegis to return.

He returned with swords. Shiny, wonderful swords. He put on the Cuirass as he was bid to, and listened to what his father had to say. It seemed the lesson was going to be a lot different than he expected - but there was a certain level of excitement attached to the new.

The idea of defending someone thrilled him. He picked up the sword cautiously, and gave it a few swings. Getting accustomed to the feel of the weight in his mouth. It was much heavier than the wood he was accustomed to. He stretched out, testing his reach with it, and tapped it to the ground once. Okay, that was about as much familiarity he could squeeze in before this started.

“Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll protect you.” He solemnly told the training dummy, before taking a stance across from Artorias. Watching his father carefully for whatever moves the other wolf might do. He was positioned far enough away from the dummy that he could swing his sword without hitting it. But was - hopefully - close enough to block his fathers attack. It was all a balance, right?


"Ciaran Carpathius"