Night of Winter 53rd, 514
Vizayas listened to the scribe's quiet breathing as he strolled by into the philosophical archives. With his third visit, he was starting to become a regular in this place of knowledge. Moving on down the isle, Vizayas knew exactly where the book would be, where he had shelved it the night before. 'Leaderology' was there waiting for him, so he slid it out and brought it over to the table to read.
As he sat, he listened for the seminar that was supposed to be going on at the same time. The faint familiar words of the instructor's voice fluttered into existence. "Nice...see you, Ser Quentin...Ser Dauxbrie, Ser Lane, Ser..." Vizayas could tell that the man was welcoming the class, the poignant shuffling of feet just on the outer edge of his hearing.
Having made it right on time to sneakily eavesdrop on the seminar filled Vizayas with a certain sense of giddy, ill-gotten accomplishment. They hadn't yet started, so he decided he would make some progress on the book. Prying open the cover, he turned it to the first page, then the next. He was already halfway through the book by the time he foud where he had left off. His eyes scrolled through the information before him.
So, dress well and draw the eye...he could do that. Just had to put an extra layer of polish on some armor and wear it. It kind of made sense, seeing as he would blend in otherwise. He was somewhat good at being overlooked, so perhaps it was time that changed? The secondary part of this passage was somewhat strange, though. Envy? Wasn't envy somewhat a bad thing, something that caused a lot of problems in the world? He supposed that envy could be harnessed for good, just as any other tool. He doubted that he had the kind of strength that would make others envy him, maybe a page, even more rarely a squire. It was worth a try, but he wasn't quite sure if he would succeed in this aspect given his status as an inexperienced mage squire.
Having finished his musings, he could hear that the seminar was just now starting to get into the meat of the content.
"...compare with the real world...draw real life comparisons with their training...Practicality motivates a student quite well. Explain to them that when...Zith strikes the sword...want your grip to be...like steel so it doesn't fly off...then you're defenseless...Zith rips your guts out...more descriptive the better."
Well, that ended up being quite a story. It also seemed to be somewhat true in terms of teaching. He himself always wanted to know the reasoning behind the way certain things are done. It made sense to tell a student why, so they would know and not dispute your decision or lose motivation in their training. It all made perfect sense
Vizayas took to reading the book again.
Vizayas listened to the scribe's quiet breathing as he strolled by into the philosophical archives. With his third visit, he was starting to become a regular in this place of knowledge. Moving on down the isle, Vizayas knew exactly where the book would be, where he had shelved it the night before. 'Leaderology' was there waiting for him, so he slid it out and brought it over to the table to read.
As he sat, he listened for the seminar that was supposed to be going on at the same time. The faint familiar words of the instructor's voice fluttered into existence. "Nice...see you, Ser Quentin...Ser Dauxbrie, Ser Lane, Ser..." Vizayas could tell that the man was welcoming the class, the poignant shuffling of feet just on the outer edge of his hearing.
Having made it right on time to sneakily eavesdrop on the seminar filled Vizayas with a certain sense of giddy, ill-gotten accomplishment. They hadn't yet started, so he decided he would make some progress on the book. Prying open the cover, he turned it to the first page, then the next. He was already halfway through the book by the time he foud where he had left off. His eyes scrolled through the information before him.
Look the part. Someone who is handsome and dresses formally will sometimes be more likely to draw the eye than someone who is ragged and filthy. Always carry a sense of style, and make others envy your position - envy is good, others will follow orders more clearly in their pursuit of understanding and becoming you.
So, dress well and draw the eye...he could do that. Just had to put an extra layer of polish on some armor and wear it. It kind of made sense, seeing as he would blend in otherwise. He was somewhat good at being overlooked, so perhaps it was time that changed? The secondary part of this passage was somewhat strange, though. Envy? Wasn't envy somewhat a bad thing, something that caused a lot of problems in the world? He supposed that envy could be harnessed for good, just as any other tool. He doubted that he had the kind of strength that would make others envy him, maybe a page, even more rarely a squire. It was worth a try, but he wasn't quite sure if he would succeed in this aspect given his status as an inexperienced mage squire.
Having finished his musings, he could hear that the seminar was just now starting to get into the meat of the content.
"...compare with the real world...draw real life comparisons with their training...Practicality motivates a student quite well. Explain to them that when...Zith strikes the sword...want your grip to be...like steel so it doesn't fly off...then you're defenseless...Zith rips your guts out...more descriptive the better."
Well, that ended up being quite a story. It also seemed to be somewhat true in terms of teaching. He himself always wanted to know the reasoning behind the way certain things are done. It made sense to tell a student why, so they would know and not dispute your decision or lose motivation in their training. It all made perfect sense
Vizayas took to reading the book again.