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Posted on March 3, 2014 at 04:40:51 AM by dylan
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Dylan play-pouted when Danny took his bowl-hat, glancing over his brother’s head in order to watch Lunarian scale his way up the tree trunk into the low hanging branches of the tree. The white tiger reached down with his great paws and batted at the air near to Solarius’ head. Snorting with laughter, it took his a while to recover enough to listen to what Danny was trying to tell him. Tigers were really very distracting. If he hand Danny had been working on anything else then Dylan would probably have ditched the work and clambered up the tree in his familiar’s wake; but this was important. At least...he’d thought it was. The more Danny explained the deeper Dylan’s frown became (he ignored the offer of the book, how many times did he have to tell Danny that he did not read.) “You want me to...slap water?” he asked, a little incredulously, his eyes flicking from the bowl to the little damp blotches in the sand where some of the water had been splashed over the sides. Fidgeting a little, Dylan considered it, tilting his head a little to one side to that his hair flopped into his eyes. Finally he came to the conclusion that he would trust his brother; Danny was the clever one after all. Focusing upon the surface of the water Dylan raised his hand and brought it down sharply on the water’s surface. Unable to resist the temptation, he angled his hand ever so slightly so that he generated a little mini-tsunami that broke over the rim of the bowl to soak the knee of Danny’s trousers. “Oops,” Dylan grinned, “I must need more practice.” Fortunately, they had not lost too much water, so Dylan repeated the process, this time doing the exercise properly. He honestly didn’t understand how it was going to help. Then again, he didn’t understand a lot of things Danny did, like how to tell whether or not your brother had broken any bones when he almost-but-didn’t tumble off a roof. After a few more attempt he was beginning to feel a slight burning in the muscles of his upper arm and in his wrist. He knew enough about exercise to know that it was a good sign, and, aware of his brother’s tendency for self-doubt, communicated as such with a smile. With progress being made Danny moved on to the sand bags. Dylan snatched one up off the floor and bounced it between his hands as his brother explained again. Their Dad had been able to juggle, he remembered him sitting at the kitchen table with three apples that had come fresh from the nearby orchard. He remembered Renn telling him off with a grin saying that he’d bruise them if he dropped them. He wondered vaguely if he could juggle, and grabbed the second sand bag. His first attempt was not a riotous success, and he quickly lost interest. It had been nice to remember his sister smiling though...he wished she’d do it more often. “Did you say I could throw them?” Dylan asked, showing that, despite appearances, he really had been listening. He dropped the second sand bag back in the sand but kept hold of the first. The blue-green of his eyes shone as he broke out into yet another grin, and threw the projectile at his brother’s chest. Scrabbling to his feet, Dylan reclaimed the sandbag from the ground and began to run across the training ground. In the centre of the space was a straw dummy that the young nobles used to practice with their swords. Dylan dived behind it, using it as a shield. Nothing happened. Dylan stuck his head out around the side of the straw man, “catch me if you can!” he laughed, throwing his sand bag again. Running and dodging was training, right?  |
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- something goes here - By DANNY March 5, 2014 at 01:48:05 AM
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