Cintamani Pavilion
20 Ash 121
Kaus had come through. Another young Avialae, a friend of his, had agreed to come and share his skill with polearms. They had landed together in the gardens, the protective screen wisely kept shut down most of the time, and he was introducing him to his twin. He was polite—friendly, even—but there had been that brief assessment in his eyes when he looked at her before he smiled. She was used to it. Kaus might be small for an Avialae, but he was an Avialae. She had no wings, and her smallness was seen as an impediment to bearing more Avialae. It wasn't even something most Avialae did on purpose, she was convinced, but it irked her all the same. But he smiled and she smiled and he seemed like a perfectly nice fellow; she didn't even know that she could call it ignorant as, in all possibility, bearing Avialae children could be more than she could handle. They had almost killed their poor mother, after all.
Perhaps one day she would cross the Boundless Gate and she could ask the Masked Queen why it was so. For now, she wouldn't get angry because she would be able to take out her frustrations with a new weapon.
"I'm sure Kaus has told you already," she said, "but our training salle has several polearms... I was hoping to train up to a sword spear, and our friend seemed keen on the hammer staff, but we can start with spears or whatever you think best."
"Aye," Kaus said, laughing and clapping him on the back. "We will bow to your expertise."
"My lord, my lady, Master Torin has arrived."
"Thank you," they said in unison. The staff had been given to understand that he, and Timon if Timon came with him, ought to be taken directly to the salle. The twins moved to intercept, Yari slowing his longer stride so as not to outpace them.
"Lovely gardens," he noticed.