Post by Fox on Nov 23, 2010 6:38:30 GMT -8
Autumn was well an truly underway, and it was time for the Sixth Bravo Winglet lesson. They were halfway done already. Seronaph thought that if he were a more dramatic and emotional simourv, he might just have to wipe a tear from his large eye. But as it was, he would be glad to see these little ones (though they weren’t so little any more) graduate and go on to becoming full, contributing riders of Eyrie. That would be most excellent, he mused, as he swooped down to land lightly on the roof of the Winglet Barrack; it would mean less work for everyone.
As the wood creaked ominously under his weight (but he trusted it wouldn’t give way; if there was anything to be said about the Eyrie workmen it was that they did a fair job), Seronaph settled his wings and opened his beak in a wide, lazy yawn. Goooood morning, Bravos. Come on out and join your favourite wingletmaster pair in the Canyon Bed; you’ve got a lesson today![/color] A rumbling simourv chuckle rolled down the temporary link to the winglets. Remember to saddle up properly, now. We wouldn’t want anyone falling off~[/color] And with that, Seronaph loosed a loud screech that was sure to waken anyone in the Barracks still sleeping before launching himself into the air. He might as well make these wake-up calls interesting.
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As the Winglets arrived, K’ean was absorbed in pacing up the range between the targets of today’s lesson. There were several such targets, placed at a good distance from each other so that each pair would have adequate space within which to manoeuvre. The wingletmaster ignored them for another few moments as he completed his measurement, counting his paces under his breath. Only after he was done did he look up at the assembled Winglet pairs. ”Ah, good morning Winglets. I trust Seronaph didn’t wake you too violently.” From his place lounging by the canyon wall, the red snorted. ”We’ll be learning to mounted combat today. Pick up a spear or glaive from over there-“ The man gestured to a rack of long, wooden armaments with weighted, blunt tips resting off to one side, ”- and come back here and we’ll get started. Be careful with them, mind.”
Moving off in a different direction to where his own glaive lay, K’ean scooped it up in one gloved hand and gave it a relaxed, experimental twirl whilst waiting for the Winglets to gather their weapons. Then he began, ”The majority of your fighting will be done on simourv-back. Therefore, you’re going to have to learn how to use longer range weapons, as a sword won’t get you very far when you can’t reach your enemy.” He swept his glaive into a starting position for one of the simpler pattern dances, paused, and then launched into it, making sure to slow down his movements so that they would be easy to observe and, hopefully, replicate. He ran through several basic techniques using the glaive, stopping periodically to explain and encourage the winglets to spread out and try them, before finally coming to a stop. ”Alright, if you’ve got the basics down, mount up. Again; watch those weapons and don’t for God’s sake, hit your simourvs with them. These are blunted, but they still hurt.”
With a last narrow-eyed look to drive the point home to his students, K’ean turned and quickly hauled himself up onto his simourv’s back. Seronaph ruffled his feathers and stood fluidly, pacing forwards to stand directly before the first target; a large, lopsided looking melon with a haphazard splash of red to indicate the target. It wasn’t the only one, either. The targets for today were mostly of the fruit variety, though there were a few hay bales thrown in for good measure. Once the Winglets were mounted and ready, K’ean nodded in approval. ”So. Impress me. Test what you’ve learned on the dummies and try not to injure yourselves while you’re at it. Seronaph and I will be correcting any mistakes as you go.” So let’s get those muscles moving, winglets![/i][/size]
As the wood creaked ominously under his weight (but he trusted it wouldn’t give way; if there was anything to be said about the Eyrie workmen it was that they did a fair job), Seronaph settled his wings and opened his beak in a wide, lazy yawn. Goooood morning, Bravos. Come on out and join your favourite wingletmaster pair in the Canyon Bed; you’ve got a lesson today![/color] A rumbling simourv chuckle rolled down the temporary link to the winglets. Remember to saddle up properly, now. We wouldn’t want anyone falling off~[/color] And with that, Seronaph loosed a loud screech that was sure to waken anyone in the Barracks still sleeping before launching himself into the air. He might as well make these wake-up calls interesting.
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As the Winglets arrived, K’ean was absorbed in pacing up the range between the targets of today’s lesson. There were several such targets, placed at a good distance from each other so that each pair would have adequate space within which to manoeuvre. The wingletmaster ignored them for another few moments as he completed his measurement, counting his paces under his breath. Only after he was done did he look up at the assembled Winglet pairs. ”Ah, good morning Winglets. I trust Seronaph didn’t wake you too violently.” From his place lounging by the canyon wall, the red snorted. ”We’ll be learning to mounted combat today. Pick up a spear or glaive from over there-“ The man gestured to a rack of long, wooden armaments with weighted, blunt tips resting off to one side, ”- and come back here and we’ll get started. Be careful with them, mind.”
Moving off in a different direction to where his own glaive lay, K’ean scooped it up in one gloved hand and gave it a relaxed, experimental twirl whilst waiting for the Winglets to gather their weapons. Then he began, ”The majority of your fighting will be done on simourv-back. Therefore, you’re going to have to learn how to use longer range weapons, as a sword won’t get you very far when you can’t reach your enemy.” He swept his glaive into a starting position for one of the simpler pattern dances, paused, and then launched into it, making sure to slow down his movements so that they would be easy to observe and, hopefully, replicate. He ran through several basic techniques using the glaive, stopping periodically to explain and encourage the winglets to spread out and try them, before finally coming to a stop. ”Alright, if you’ve got the basics down, mount up. Again; watch those weapons and don’t for God’s sake, hit your simourvs with them. These are blunted, but they still hurt.”
With a last narrow-eyed look to drive the point home to his students, K’ean turned and quickly hauled himself up onto his simourv’s back. Seronaph ruffled his feathers and stood fluidly, pacing forwards to stand directly before the first target; a large, lopsided looking melon with a haphazard splash of red to indicate the target. It wasn’t the only one, either. The targets for today were mostly of the fruit variety, though there were a few hay bales thrown in for good measure. Once the Winglets were mounted and ready, K’ean nodded in approval. ”So. Impress me. Test what you’ve learned on the dummies and try not to injure yourselves while you’re at it. Seronaph and I will be correcting any mistakes as you go.” So let’s get those muscles moving, winglets![/i][/size]
