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67th of Spring, 515AV
10th Bell of the Syna's Reign
It was an odd morning for Ball thus far, he had no reason to be in the vicinity of the Theatre and yet, that is exactly where he found himself. Patrolling wasn’t even in his mind, yet he knew he never technically off duty, even as a squire he was always diligent of his surroundings as best as the three inch clay man could be, after all he mostly sees feet or animals all day long. When he was atop his mount, the pycon was able to see their shins and kneecaps, unless they were children… Then he seemed to constantly see their faces and grubby fingers. It came with the territory of being mistaken as a children’s toy.
Something though about the sounds and sights he has overheard citizens of the Rock-Beast made Ball come to the Theatre and take a look at what was what. Ball couldn’t tell what the big deal was really, there was hundreds of people milling around, loud sounds, and whirling figures that seemed to catch people’s attention, now there was one that did catch the little pycon’s attention and that was multi-armed dancer before the Theatre itself, and it was to this one that Ball seemed to have found himself attracted to watch closer. Impelled by pure force of curiosity, that nature that was the norm of the Pycon race, Ball guided and directed Imass through the throng of legs. Exclaims of annoyance and huffing barks of attention from Imass cleared a path to be parted for the squire, mostly with looks of pure hatred or annoyance marking each person’s face.
It took several ticks for both rider and mount to get close enough to watch her dance. The apparent whirlwind of arms was rather mesmerizing and they caught the Pycon’s attention all too easily. The angles of elbows, the hands, the gracefulness of them all were registering in the Pyken master’s mind as strikes against opponents, multiple elbows and deflective blocks. Ball couldn’t watch them all at once though without getting nauseous, but they were a technique he wanted to learn.
“I would like to learn your pyken technique. Will you teach me it?” He spoke as he slide himself off the back of Imass, his view of her arms dropping to the lowest of her limbs forcing him to arch backwards to gain a better observation of all six of her arms. Yes… I must learn that fluidity of her arms.
10th Bell of the Syna's Reign
It was an odd morning for Ball thus far, he had no reason to be in the vicinity of the Theatre and yet, that is exactly where he found himself. Patrolling wasn’t even in his mind, yet he knew he never technically off duty, even as a squire he was always diligent of his surroundings as best as the three inch clay man could be, after all he mostly sees feet or animals all day long. When he was atop his mount, the pycon was able to see their shins and kneecaps, unless they were children… Then he seemed to constantly see their faces and grubby fingers. It came with the territory of being mistaken as a children’s toy.
Something though about the sounds and sights he has overheard citizens of the Rock-Beast made Ball come to the Theatre and take a look at what was what. Ball couldn’t tell what the big deal was really, there was hundreds of people milling around, loud sounds, and whirling figures that seemed to catch people’s attention, now there was one that did catch the little pycon’s attention and that was multi-armed dancer before the Theatre itself, and it was to this one that Ball seemed to have found himself attracted to watch closer. Impelled by pure force of curiosity, that nature that was the norm of the Pycon race, Ball guided and directed Imass through the throng of legs. Exclaims of annoyance and huffing barks of attention from Imass cleared a path to be parted for the squire, mostly with looks of pure hatred or annoyance marking each person’s face.
It took several ticks for both rider and mount to get close enough to watch her dance. The apparent whirlwind of arms was rather mesmerizing and they caught the Pycon’s attention all too easily. The angles of elbows, the hands, the gracefulness of them all were registering in the Pyken master’s mind as strikes against opponents, multiple elbows and deflective blocks. Ball couldn’t watch them all at once though without getting nauseous, but they were a technique he wanted to learn.
“I would like to learn your pyken technique. Will you teach me it?” He spoke as he slide himself off the back of Imass, his view of her arms dropping to the lowest of her limbs forcing him to arch backwards to gain a better observation of all six of her arms. Yes… I must learn that fluidity of her arms.
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