03-01-2017, 10:41 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
It is time once more to become what he has so often been. A teacher, a master of his trade, a warrior. This is what Nayl says he can do for Nerine, and he knows better than to think he can drift by as a recluse in the Kingdom of the Amazons the way he had so often at home. Not without proving himself first.
He has been many things more recently than he had been a great warrior general of the Tundra (a father, a grandfather, a nomad, heart-sick) but Brennen guesses it will be much the same. There will be those who are talented, who may surpass even him; and there will be those who are hopeless but valiant in their attempts; and there will be those who fall elsewhere along that spectrum. The main difference, he supposes, is that there will be a gaggle of mares and fillies who gather to stare back at him today, rather than a horde of colts and stallions.
Brennen finds a place where the rocks are not too jagged, the sand not too deep, and he calls for them. Those who are – or who wish to be – warriors. Those who would apply themselves to this craft he has loved since he was barely more than a hapless child himself. He waits until it seems a few have gathered and there are no more immediately coming, and then he begins to speak. “I’m Brennen. Nayl asked me to spend some of my time working with the army.” A pause, and he sweeps his amber gaze over those who have come. “I am new to Nerine, and probably haven’t met most of you, though I hope that will change in the future.”
He doesn’t stop to ask who might already be in charge of Nerine’s army. He could try and say that it didn’t cross his mind, but the truth is that he is still confident enough in himself to not care. Nayl hadn’t, after all, said ‘go talk to this lady about working with the army’, which he assumes she would have if it was an important distinction. “To start, let’s introduce ourselves. Perhaps a name and a training exercise you think would be of benefit to everyone. Then we’ll move on to some mock battles, the lifeblood of a fighter’s education.” A smile there that isn’t altogether friendly. “Again, I’m Brennen. The loose sand and packed sand at the edge of the water will provide a variety of surfaces for us to run on, to strengthen our bodies.”
He has been many things more recently than he had been a great warrior general of the Tundra (a father, a grandfather, a nomad, heart-sick) but Brennen guesses it will be much the same. There will be those who are talented, who may surpass even him; and there will be those who are hopeless but valiant in their attempts; and there will be those who fall elsewhere along that spectrum. The main difference, he supposes, is that there will be a gaggle of mares and fillies who gather to stare back at him today, rather than a horde of colts and stallions.
Brennen finds a place where the rocks are not too jagged, the sand not too deep, and he calls for them. Those who are – or who wish to be – warriors. Those who would apply themselves to this craft he has loved since he was barely more than a hapless child himself. He waits until it seems a few have gathered and there are no more immediately coming, and then he begins to speak. “I’m Brennen. Nayl asked me to spend some of my time working with the army.” A pause, and he sweeps his amber gaze over those who have come. “I am new to Nerine, and probably haven’t met most of you, though I hope that will change in the future.”
He doesn’t stop to ask who might already be in charge of Nerine’s army. He could try and say that it didn’t cross his mind, but the truth is that he is still confident enough in himself to not care. Nayl hadn’t, after all, said ‘go talk to this lady about working with the army’, which he assumes she would have if it was an important distinction. “To start, let’s introduce ourselves. Perhaps a name and a training exercise you think would be of benefit to everyone. Then we’ll move on to some mock battles, the lifeblood of a fighter’s education.” A smile there that isn’t altogether friendly. “Again, I’m Brennen. The loose sand and packed sand at the edge of the water will provide a variety of surfaces for us to run on, to strengthen our bodies.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN