Lake Udori
8 Frost 121
"I wanna learn to fight, too!" Timon asserted; Aurin could respect him for standing up for himself and what he wanted, and he did want to teach the boy how to take care of himself. It would be easier to start now when he was young than wait until he was grown as Torin had. But while on some level, he acknowledged responsibility for Timon because he was responsible for Torin, he tried to make a habit of supporting Torin's authority rather than undermining it. He could already feel Timon's calculating eyes upon him sometimes as the clever lad figured things out for himself. He didn't want the lad to disrespect his master, who had been so good to him, just to curry favor with Aurin himself even if Aurin was rather sure Torin wouldn't fight him if he ever exerted any sort of opinion.
While he ceded that topic to Torin, he shrugged out of his coat and laid it on a nearby boulder, peeling off his shirt and tossing it on top. There was enough of a clearing that they could safely spar; the dead grass and soft turf were enough of a cushion to keep landings from hurting too much. There weren't hidden stones to turn an ankle on. All in all, they could box or wrestle and injuries could be kept to a minimum.
He figured Timon could at least watch and then if Torin allowed, Aurin could teach him a few of the basics. He was skinny even for his age, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that bigger youths might try to assert themselves to his detriment. It was better to equip Timon to take care of himself than to get into legal trouble for killing anyone who laid a hand on him, child or otherwise. They might think his whole 'I'm a bad man' thing was just a schtick, but most people in Kalzasi hadn't seen him cornered or full of vengeance. They were luckier for that.
8 Frost 121
"I wanna learn to fight, too!" Timon asserted; Aurin could respect him for standing up for himself and what he wanted, and he did want to teach the boy how to take care of himself. It would be easier to start now when he was young than wait until he was grown as Torin had. But while on some level, he acknowledged responsibility for Timon because he was responsible for Torin, he tried to make a habit of supporting Torin's authority rather than undermining it. He could already feel Timon's calculating eyes upon him sometimes as the clever lad figured things out for himself. He didn't want the lad to disrespect his master, who had been so good to him, just to curry favor with Aurin himself even if Aurin was rather sure Torin wouldn't fight him if he ever exerted any sort of opinion.
While he ceded that topic to Torin, he shrugged out of his coat and laid it on a nearby boulder, peeling off his shirt and tossing it on top. There was enough of a clearing that they could safely spar; the dead grass and soft turf were enough of a cushion to keep landings from hurting too much. There weren't hidden stones to turn an ankle on. All in all, they could box or wrestle and injuries could be kept to a minimum.
He figured Timon could at least watch and then if Torin allowed, Aurin could teach him a few of the basics. He was skinny even for his age, so it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that bigger youths might try to assert themselves to his detriment. It was better to equip Timon to take care of himself than to get into legal trouble for killing anyone who laid a hand on him, child or otherwise. They might think his whole 'I'm a bad man' thing was just a schtick, but most people in Kalzasi hadn't seen him cornered or full of vengeance. They were luckier for that.