80th of Fall 475 A.V.
Lianel was always tired when mother woke them up in the morning, first with her normal arm, and then if the children did not wake, more roughly with her deep purple one. Both of their parents would tell stories of non-Isur children, children who slept far longer than they did, but did not work on their bodies in the same way. When first hearing these stories Lianel thought it might be nice, not to wear the weights she was already groggily attaching to her wrists and ankles. Not to have to run or lift, or climb for a great portion of the day.
Then of course she would think of other adult Isur, and then of course Izurdin. How would she grow to be strong enough to create great pieces, to shape objects as others had, how would she keep up with other Isur if she did not train as they did? And that's when she began to pity non-Isur children, for certainly, there was a lack of devotion and dedication in their childhoods. And usually, that got her awake and ready for the day.
When Irriel had woken she gave her twin a smile and began to limber up. The good thing was, the two of them had free reign of the Terras citadel, they had to train for most of the day, but it was up to them to decide how to do it, which Lianel was glad of, since not all Isur parents did it that way. But with Father gone most of the time, and Mother always absorbed in her work, it was an easy, hands free approach.
The young Isur began with stretches, reaching down to try to touch her toes, something she was rather inept at, but holding her body as far as it could go for several ticks before folding one leg over another and clutching it to her chest, then doing the same for the other. She eventually stood up, balancing on one leg, arms outstretched, something much harder to accomplish properly with the weights upon her body. She flailed and fell, only able to keep herself upright and poised for about a tick at a time. After struggling with that for a couple chimes she stretched out her arms, bending down to try to touch her toes, again an impossible task, and began speaking to her twin.
"So what do you want to do today, Irri? Start with a run? Maybe spar? Maybe...climb one of the walls?" The more she thought about the exercise and training the less tired she became and the more excitement trickled in.
Lianel was always tired when mother woke them up in the morning, first with her normal arm, and then if the children did not wake, more roughly with her deep purple one. Both of their parents would tell stories of non-Isur children, children who slept far longer than they did, but did not work on their bodies in the same way. When first hearing these stories Lianel thought it might be nice, not to wear the weights she was already groggily attaching to her wrists and ankles. Not to have to run or lift, or climb for a great portion of the day.
Then of course she would think of other adult Isur, and then of course Izurdin. How would she grow to be strong enough to create great pieces, to shape objects as others had, how would she keep up with other Isur if she did not train as they did? And that's when she began to pity non-Isur children, for certainly, there was a lack of devotion and dedication in their childhoods. And usually, that got her awake and ready for the day.
When Irriel had woken she gave her twin a smile and began to limber up. The good thing was, the two of them had free reign of the Terras citadel, they had to train for most of the day, but it was up to them to decide how to do it, which Lianel was glad of, since not all Isur parents did it that way. But with Father gone most of the time, and Mother always absorbed in her work, it was an easy, hands free approach.
The young Isur began with stretches, reaching down to try to touch her toes, something she was rather inept at, but holding her body as far as it could go for several ticks before folding one leg over another and clutching it to her chest, then doing the same for the other. She eventually stood up, balancing on one leg, arms outstretched, something much harder to accomplish properly with the weights upon her body. She flailed and fell, only able to keep herself upright and poised for about a tick at a time. After struggling with that for a couple chimes she stretched out her arms, bending down to try to touch her toes, again an impossible task, and began speaking to her twin.
"So what do you want to do today, Irri? Start with a run? Maybe spar? Maybe...climb one of the walls?" The more she thought about the exercise and training the less tired she became and the more excitement trickled in.
