Post by Io Demeter on Jul 27, 2023 12:18:41 GMT -5
Ghayth Orvar
The sun was starting to take on an Aestas heat, so Io was grateful Ghayth had set up their training session in the morning. His stomach was twisting a bit as he hobbled into the training grounds, offering nervous smiles to a few soldiers who were making use of the space. The tailor had only kept up a semblance of fitness through his many pained walks throughout the city, plus some minor arm exercises as encouraged by @oriana. He was worried about making a fool of himself, fully anticipating his pride would be just as bruised as his body this morning. His disability did not help his confidence, knowing that he could never be as capable as the full-bodied soldiers of Lorendale. But, he had to start somewhere. Especially with the destruction of his shop, he had to know how to defend himself should any ruffians try to break in while he was present.
It wouldn't technically be the first time Io had held a sword: his father was an ex-soldier from Nevermere, after all, and had tried to teach his son a few basic things. That had been about a decade ago, though, and Io had lost any knowledge he might have had.
It felt odd to be walking in the palace grounds with just a shirt and shorter trousers, clearly displaying his metal prosthetic leg. He couldn't honestly remember the last time he'd left home dressed in less than at least a vest. Io felt a bit exposed in the garb, but he knew mobility and comfort were the priority here over fashion. He'd stomach it.
With some relief, Io finally spotted Ghayth in the training fields. He was thankfully a bit away from the other soldiers, so hopefully Io would have less of an audience by which to laugh when he would no doubt stumble and fall. He almost winced at the thought of the hard ground: he'd get used to it soon enough, he was sure.
"Good morning, Lord Orvar," Io bowed, trying his best to smile despite his nerves. "Thank you very much again for offering to train me."
The sun was starting to take on an Aestas heat, so Io was grateful Ghayth had set up their training session in the morning. His stomach was twisting a bit as he hobbled into the training grounds, offering nervous smiles to a few soldiers who were making use of the space. The tailor had only kept up a semblance of fitness through his many pained walks throughout the city, plus some minor arm exercises as encouraged by @oriana. He was worried about making a fool of himself, fully anticipating his pride would be just as bruised as his body this morning. His disability did not help his confidence, knowing that he could never be as capable as the full-bodied soldiers of Lorendale. But, he had to start somewhere. Especially with the destruction of his shop, he had to know how to defend himself should any ruffians try to break in while he was present.
It wouldn't technically be the first time Io had held a sword: his father was an ex-soldier from Nevermere, after all, and had tried to teach his son a few basic things. That had been about a decade ago, though, and Io had lost any knowledge he might have had.
It felt odd to be walking in the palace grounds with just a shirt and shorter trousers, clearly displaying his metal prosthetic leg. He couldn't honestly remember the last time he'd left home dressed in less than at least a vest. Io felt a bit exposed in the garb, but he knew mobility and comfort were the priority here over fashion. He'd stomach it.
With some relief, Io finally spotted Ghayth in the training fields. He was thankfully a bit away from the other soldiers, so hopefully Io would have less of an audience by which to laugh when he would no doubt stumble and fall. He almost winced at the thought of the hard ground: he'd get used to it soon enough, he was sure.
"Good morning, Lord Orvar," Io bowed, trying his best to smile despite his nerves. "Thank you very much again for offering to train me."
