“Little ones!” I scold, and they both leap to their feet and scuttle to the middle of the hall, innocent looks upon their faces and hands clasped between them, as though they can convince me to forget the incriminating postures in which I had found them only the moment before.
Priceless! Especially Turko's comment after that LOL Very precious!
“It says nothing,” Tyelkormo whispers.
“ ‘It?’ ”
“Yes, you know, Atar’s guest.” There are a few ticks of silence and Tyelkormo explodes, “Well, it could be a woman!”
Now Turko, what is wrong with a silent woman * giggle *
More Turko goodness!
Findekano deftly avoids situations where he could be easily overpowered by Tyelkormo’s greater size and strength; I see him watching, appraising, whereas Tyelkormo grows more and more frustrated and ceases to rely on the powers of his mind, using brute strength and risky lunges to try to pin my tiny, darting cousin, whose face is pinched and grave but whose eyes glow with pride.
Could it be respect?
I wait for tears to well and cries to resume, but neither makes a sound. Findekano speaks first. “Well, it is a draw then,” he says, and Tyelkormo shifts and then nods. “Sure. A draw.”
Ooooo, I could just hug Tyelkormo. First he's being pushed to the limits of self-control, switches over onto anger and instinct only to end up in a tie with Findekano. The way he handles it shows, as well, how much he has learnt and I wager that after this, he will practise his ass off to stay ahead of his cousin. Or even more... become the very best at sword fighting.
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Date: 2006-04-16 06:00 pm (UTC)“Little ones!” I scold, and they both leap to their feet and scuttle to the middle of the hall, innocent looks upon their faces and hands clasped between them, as though they can convince me to forget the incriminating postures in which I had found them only the moment before.
Priceless! Especially Turko's comment after that LOL Very precious!
“It says nothing,” Tyelkormo whispers.
“ ‘It?’ ”
“Yes, you know, Atar’s guest.” There are a few ticks of silence and Tyelkormo explodes, “Well, it could be a woman!”
Now Turko, what is wrong with a silent woman * giggle *
More Turko goodness!
Findekano deftly avoids situations where he could be easily overpowered by Tyelkormo’s greater size and strength; I see him watching, appraising, whereas Tyelkormo grows more and more frustrated and ceases to rely on the powers of his mind, using brute strength and risky lunges to try to pin my tiny, darting cousin, whose face is pinched and grave but whose eyes glow with pride.
Could it be respect?
I wait for tears to well and cries to resume, but neither makes a sound. Findekano speaks first. “Well, it is a draw then,” he says, and Tyelkormo shifts and then nods. “Sure. A draw.”
Ooooo, I could just hug Tyelkormo. First he's being pushed to the limits of self-control, switches over onto anger and instinct only to end up in a tie with Findekano. The way he handles it shows, as well, how much he has learnt and I wager that after this, he will practise his ass off to stay ahead of his cousin. Or even more... become the very best at sword fighting.