I cannot lie and pretend that I am not amused at what this exercise has brought me; it seems, at least, that it shall prove more beneficial than I had initially thought. Not only does one of my siblings gain the opportunity to not be chewed open by, say, Ayal but another seems all too willing to prove just how strong she believes herself to be already. Ava's blood is strong, it seems, and creeps into this daughter more than even I had expected. It is of no consequence, however, and I am not swayed by her words and their malice. I merely smirk at her response, preferring to watch her enact this confidence rather than feed into it myself. If she desires to surpass any other than she will need to learn that words alone do no such thing -- particularly when dealing with myself.

I continue to watch without reason to interrupt for the time being, settling in to a more comfortable position as the two siblings bicker among themselves. I will step in when needed but for now, I see no need. Abel must become strong in more than simply a physical way, particularly if he desires to co-exist with his siblings rather than disperse from them.

When the dark woman arrives, I do little more than pass her a fleeting glance of greeting. It is unusual that she has come and yet, I am not entirely opposed. She is, after all, one of Glorall's warriors and as such, she ought to see the other ways that training can be instilled in the youth. When she seeks to touch me, however, I recoil, my eyes narrowing and meeting hers immediately. To touch me is not something anybody can simply do. I do not like the sensation of another so close, not so unexpectedly. I refrain from issuing a growl or any other form of aggression and yet, the warning is surely there in my eyes. I understand her inability to garner attention any other way and yet, it does not change my position.

"Do as you please," I finally say, settling once more into my prior position though I lean away slightly now, unwilling to be touched without warning again. I do my best to make my voice more... passive, motioning towards the children as they clamber about. "He is not my son to make decisions for." He is Ava's, not my own, and my interest in him only extends so far. If Apollymi desires to train him then I have no issue with it; in fact, I am positive it will benefit the both of them. It is only Ava she needs to worry for. Surely, though, my mother should remain appeased if it keeps weakness from blooming.

I nod in approval of the young girl that comes then, motioning her forward as she clambers after Abel. She seems far kinder than say, my own sister and if she desires to strengthen herself, then so be it. I can already see that her arrival spurs my brother onward, his determination seeming to reignite as he plows up the dunes. I watch them with curiosity as they approach Keturah, who unashamedly begins to spit and froth with her words. Such angry, sharp words. She is surely my mother's daughter and yet, she is unrefined. She is explosive. It gives away her position so quickly; nothing is hidden within her.

It is then that I rise, nodding towards Apollymi in confirmation that she may follow if she desires; I am instilling discipline now, like any good brother or alpha should. I take the dune effortlessly, bypassing Samia and Abel as I reach out towards Keturah to grab at her scruff. She can kick and bite all she wishes but I will have it, and I will take her down the dune to the flats once more. She ought to be away from the other two, I think. She needs her own lessons.

I plop her down in the sand without the need to be careful or gentle; it is not the way of our family, after all. Keenly, I watch down at her before I speak, my eyes fixating onto hers. "This lesson is for Abel," I state, my ear flickering towards the dune, "I think it is best that you have your own. With me, I think." It is barely a suggestion and more of a demand from her. She has potential to be lethal and yet, there is too much of her on display. Her animosity is too raw, too fierce. Perhaps she believes it shall open paths for her and yet, I seek to teach her otherwise. I will not need to teach her to fight, I am sure, yet I will surely need to teach her how to make decisions - when to use that anger, and when to hide it.