15th Winter, 512 AV The day began like all days do for the young Knight. He woke up, prepared for his day by cleaning his sword and armor, went down to the Windmount Stables and greeted his horse, which he also provided an apple to. Giving the horse reassurance they would go riding soon, the Knight made his way to the Antinous Training Grounds. Mentally he was going over the training session he had been a part of a few days previous. The words of his tutor stuck with him, calling the last thrust Arkale attempted foolish. Still, he could not argue with the results, after all, one cannot gather fruit if one never goes out on a limb, or so the memory of his grandfather whispered to him. He made a note to not try such an attack unless it was out of desperation, but he also needed to analyze the situation and make sure nothing else was an option. "Oh, look, you're early today. That's good because the plan has changed." Arkale's tutor sounded indifferent to the Knights early arrival. "I know we were going to practice the second Ward, but something has come up and I've decided to give you a sparring partner for the day." Was it just his imagination, or did the Mage Knight pick up a hint of amusement in the other Knight's voice. The tutor Knight gave a sharp whistle and called out to a boy standing not too far off. Arkale had not noticed the boy before and didn't recgonize him either. He had to be of the order, for it was both rare and unheard of for anyone outside the Syliran Knights be found on the training ground. |