little by little, we're all breaking down.

The big blue man came running in no time, and Ixionn smiled cheerfully to his arrival. Quelt would be leaving Isokan once he trained Ixionn completely...and of course, the masked boy was disappointed. He was his father, after all. Who wouldn't miss their own father? It was also little to Ixionn's knowledge that, in addition to Quelt leaving, Irune and him had parted ways and decided that they weren't destined for each other. So Irune wasn't his mother anymore...just a friend. A lot was going on and it was probably good that the masked boy was oblivious to it. He needed to focus on training---on becoming a heir.
"Usually it is the master who makes the calls." Was what the blue man said in a teasing voice just as he arrived. Ixionn smirked and fell back onto his rump, hind legs sticking up lazily. His tail swept up dust behind him and patted at the rough earth gently. Ixionn only called Quelt first because he thought it had been his responsibility, as the heir-in-training. Guess not. Eh, maybe it was just that his father was taking too long. The orange boy stuck his tongue out with an easy laugh. "You took too long! So now you can be humiliated that your apprentice is calling his own mentor." Ixionn said simply.
He jumped to his paws and shook out his coat with ease. Then, he puffed out his chest and stared at his mentor. It was only an assumption that the two would be working on defenses or certain battle tactics. But Ixionn wanted some tips on being a good heir, too. Not just combat training...not just those little things. He wanted to know if becoming a good leader natural...or if it was only a position for those who were capable of taking it on. Ixionn frowned and shook his head, returning to reality with a mouthful of words.
"Hm...so what are we doing first, master? Or would you like me to decide for you?" Another smirk crept it's way upon his maw, red eyes shimmering with anticipation.
"Speech"
'thoughts'