Don't fall

Wylan gave his uncle an exaggerated look of sadness. “Uncle Charlie said I need to prove myself first, and that making mistakes would mean they wouldn't trust me to be a warrior.” He explained, and while he loved and respected Charlie, there was a rather strong lure towards blades.

Instead of magicing a blade into existence, Ko brought him a tree branch in the rough shape of a dagger. Wylan gave a long, slow sigh. “Okay.” He said. So Ko wasn't going to trust him with one either. He'd get one… eventually. “Alright, how do you want to start this?” He asked over the stick, jumping a couple stones to get the feel for it.