17th OF SUMMER, 504AV
3rd BELL, AFTERNOON
MATTHEW'S BAY
3rd BELL, AFTERNOON
MATTHEW'S BAY
“Eliro. It is not about learning to be violent. It is learning to be strong. Now, come here.” The rough voice of her father, Ancar, rang out across the deck of the Paliver. Eliro only stared at him, casting a nervous glance at her mother who rested in the shade of the main mast.
“But Papa…” She whined, stepping forward. Calmly, the Svefra walked up to his daughter, kneeling so that he could be just under the eight year old’s level.
“I know you are a gentle girl, and that is a wonderful quality. This will not take the compassion away from you. I will teach you to defend yourself so that you can keep your compassion.” Icy blue eyes bore into hers and Eliro nodded at her father, her child mind easily moved by him. But she still wore a worried look on her face. “We’ll start easy, c’mon.” He stood, patting her once on the shoulder, before goading her back towards the open deck.
The familiar rocking of the boat underneath them eased the young Svefra slightly when she stepped further into the sunlight. She shielded her eyes for a second, glancing port-wise towards the bustling docks of Zeltiva city. Their pod was anchored farther out in Matthews bay, staying away from the bustle of the city, but she could see the few fishing boats as dark spots among the reflective waves. Some were pulling up nets of kelp, others were laying down traps to gather later.
“Watch me, Eli.” Her father called her attention back and the young Svefra looked up to him. He smiled at her and brought his hands in front of his face very deliberately. With his palms open towards her, it looked as if he was going to catch a bladder-ball, except his hands were too close together. They were not shielding his face, but merely resting just at his chin. After taking the tick to observe this, Eliro copied her father. “Feet.” He reminded her and she crouched to mimic him as well. She had lived on a boat her entire life, so giving herself a strong stance was never an issue. Even at her young age, she knew exactly how to traverse a tipping slippery deck, so to copy her father’s stance she merely had to bend her knees slightly, as if she was preparing to spring up at any moment.
“Good.” Her father grinned, straightening up and taking a step towards her. “Now. This position should become instinct for you soon. You see where your hands are?” Hard calloused fingers brushed her palms. “This is the best range of motion. You can shield your face, through a punch, block an attack, and,” She followed his gaze when he glanced down at her feet, tapping her left ankle, which was furthest from him, with his right one to point it out. “You won’t lose your balance if you need to kick.”
Eliro furrowed her brows, she didn’t understand anything her father was saying. But the young Svefra would do exactly what her teacher says, confident in her father’s teaching.
“Alright.” Ancar nodded to his daughter, resuming his position. “Now, I will go slow for you, to demonstrate, and then we can make a game out of it.”
“Can Nani join us? Does she know the game?” Eliro glanced at her mother, who was laid out on the deck. She had one arm slung over her eyes, even though she was in the shade, to shield her from the sun. The other rested at the base of the Lia’s growing stomach, an unthought of motherly habit. At the mention of Eliro’s nickname for her mother and father’s partner, she glanced up to see what they were talking about.
“Don’t mind your mother, look here.” Ancar tried for his daughter’s attention again. “Marli wants to go fishing later, so if we can teach you the basics quickly, maybe she can join us.” Ancar took a step forward, slowly reaching for his daughter’s wrist with his right side. “Now, when I jab at you, like this, I want you to push my forearm away at a 45 degree angle. The top of the main mast.” Eliro envisioned the triangular point of the top of her pod’s Paliver’s main mast. Following his instruction she pushed her left hand out slowly to match his pace, grabbing his forearm and pushing it away.
“But Papa…” She whined, stepping forward. Calmly, the Svefra walked up to his daughter, kneeling so that he could be just under the eight year old’s level.
“I know you are a gentle girl, and that is a wonderful quality. This will not take the compassion away from you. I will teach you to defend yourself so that you can keep your compassion.” Icy blue eyes bore into hers and Eliro nodded at her father, her child mind easily moved by him. But she still wore a worried look on her face. “We’ll start easy, c’mon.” He stood, patting her once on the shoulder, before goading her back towards the open deck.
The familiar rocking of the boat underneath them eased the young Svefra slightly when she stepped further into the sunlight. She shielded her eyes for a second, glancing port-wise towards the bustling docks of Zeltiva city. Their pod was anchored farther out in Matthews bay, staying away from the bustle of the city, but she could see the few fishing boats as dark spots among the reflective waves. Some were pulling up nets of kelp, others were laying down traps to gather later.
“Watch me, Eli.” Her father called her attention back and the young Svefra looked up to him. He smiled at her and brought his hands in front of his face very deliberately. With his palms open towards her, it looked as if he was going to catch a bladder-ball, except his hands were too close together. They were not shielding his face, but merely resting just at his chin. After taking the tick to observe this, Eliro copied her father. “Feet.” He reminded her and she crouched to mimic him as well. She had lived on a boat her entire life, so giving herself a strong stance was never an issue. Even at her young age, she knew exactly how to traverse a tipping slippery deck, so to copy her father’s stance she merely had to bend her knees slightly, as if she was preparing to spring up at any moment.
“Good.” Her father grinned, straightening up and taking a step towards her. “Now. This position should become instinct for you soon. You see where your hands are?” Hard calloused fingers brushed her palms. “This is the best range of motion. You can shield your face, through a punch, block an attack, and,” She followed his gaze when he glanced down at her feet, tapping her left ankle, which was furthest from him, with his right one to point it out. “You won’t lose your balance if you need to kick.”
Eliro furrowed her brows, she didn’t understand anything her father was saying. But the young Svefra would do exactly what her teacher says, confident in her father’s teaching.
“Alright.” Ancar nodded to his daughter, resuming his position. “Now, I will go slow for you, to demonstrate, and then we can make a game out of it.”
“Can Nani join us? Does she know the game?” Eliro glanced at her mother, who was laid out on the deck. She had one arm slung over her eyes, even though she was in the shade, to shield her from the sun. The other rested at the base of the Lia’s growing stomach, an unthought of motherly habit. At the mention of Eliro’s nickname for her mother and father’s partner, she glanced up to see what they were talking about.
“Don’t mind your mother, look here.” Ancar tried for his daughter’s attention again. “Marli wants to go fishing later, so if we can teach you the basics quickly, maybe she can join us.” Ancar took a step forward, slowly reaching for his daughter’s wrist with his right side. “Now, when I jab at you, like this, I want you to push my forearm away at a 45 degree angle. The top of the main mast.” Eliro envisioned the triangular point of the top of her pod’s Paliver’s main mast. Following his instruction she pushed her left hand out slowly to match his pace, grabbing his forearm and pushing it away.