"Orion... Orion Michaels. He and I were very good... friends."
Razkar smiled triumphantly and crossed his arms, settling in for the tale. He knew there'd been a man. Only a man could provoke that kind of blush.
"We met in a tavern one night and had a bit of fun. "He thought like me, so there was no entanglement, afterwards."
Razkar chuckled in a way that Edreina decided was far too knowing for a "mere savage". The grin he gave her afterwards was just more of the same.
"Oh, yes. "Fun". I am sure much fun was had by all..."
The conversation took a less lascivious turn from there, and Razkar's grin became less leering and more understanding. He understood what she meant. Not long ago... gods, he had actually been her age, if he remembers rightly... he had been of the same mind. No lover or partner to fret over, no children to hold him back, just his blades, his duty and a whole jungle to prowl. Goddess, how things changed...
"Plenty of time to look love," he said eventually, as she started to shift, "Plenty more time to enjoy world. Is very big. Many amazing things."
"What say we get on to sparring, now?"
Razkar looked over at her fully and found she was already up on her feet, ready to go... but there was no more carefree spark in her blue eyes. He had dug too deep, or so it seemed, and he sighed to see her guard back up. Well... lesson learned, he supposed. And perhaps this was the best mood for her to be in for what would follow.
"Well," he said, perhaps a little too loudly, moving the mood swiftly back to the hard, martial practicalities of their time, "Since now have train weapon so it bit easier..."
He walked to the barrel and tossed her the wooden training sword. She caught it once-handed, and by the hilt, earning her a short nod of approval. He unsheathed his ax and felt the corner of his mouth lift as he heard that beautiful sigh of sharpened metal on leather. He'd never get tired of that sound.
"Before, when we train," he said, happy to find himself sliding back to his teaching persona, "I use ax like sword, to help with thrust and block and parry, yes? But now, I use ax like ax, so you know how to stop ax. But first..."
The Myrian braced his feet, then slid his right back, knees bent, standing almost perpendicular to her, ax cocked back in his right hand. Still. Poised. Ready.
Feels good to be back.
"... we see what you remember from last train. Attack!"