?No, no,? Ewan chided as he called to the men sparring in the ring. The air was cool, but the sun and exercise still brought sweat rising from the body. ?Unfocus your eyes. See past his middle.? Ewan whacked at Jortham?s middle. ?Right here. When you do that, you will realize you can see more of what he is going to do, and you will not be likely to step into a blow like you did, Hammas.? Ewan stepped back to the edge of the ring and rested against it. ?Begin again.?
The two young men started once more as the sound of feet coming up the pebbled path from the road was heard. Ewan turned to see Willen and Jepeth approach. Willen?s cheeky smile in combination with Jepeth?s more embarrassed and ducking expression drew Ewan?s curiosity. Willen approached him as Jepeth continued on to the barracks. ?Good day, Master Ewan.?
?Willen. What have you and Jepeth been up to in town?? he mildly asked.
?Nothing to cause you concern, Ewan.? She smiled tauntingly.
Her informal use of his name turned him about to face her. ?What is it, Willen? You have something to say, and I have not the time nor interest to play games with you.?
She turned on one of her prettier pouts, but then slowly it transformed into a smile of triumph. ?It is not me you should be thinking about with game playing.? She drew something out that had been tucked against her back and instantly flipped open something that looked like a calendar with arcanely taken portraits in them to a particularly familiar face. Willen said nothing more, but left Ewan with the calendar picture of Storm.
Ewan picked up the item and observed with an ever cooling expression the picture. He closed it slowly and signaled to the men sparring that he was heading out. The calendar curled into a tube held in one hand as he walked to the barracks and his ever dark room. He lifted the lid of a chest with a booted toe and dropped the calendar into it. The lid dropped when released and clattered closed.
There were other calendars, though, in other hands. Acceptance was hard to find, but a walk was not. He left his room and went for a stroll in the forest north of the manor.
The two young men started once more as the sound of feet coming up the pebbled path from the road was heard. Ewan turned to see Willen and Jepeth approach. Willen?s cheeky smile in combination with Jepeth?s more embarrassed and ducking expression drew Ewan?s curiosity. Willen approached him as Jepeth continued on to the barracks. ?Good day, Master Ewan.?
?Willen. What have you and Jepeth been up to in town?? he mildly asked.
?Nothing to cause you concern, Ewan.? She smiled tauntingly.
Her informal use of his name turned him about to face her. ?What is it, Willen? You have something to say, and I have not the time nor interest to play games with you.?
She turned on one of her prettier pouts, but then slowly it transformed into a smile of triumph. ?It is not me you should be thinking about with game playing.? She drew something out that had been tucked against her back and instantly flipped open something that looked like a calendar with arcanely taken portraits in them to a particularly familiar face. Willen said nothing more, but left Ewan with the calendar picture of Storm.
Ewan picked up the item and observed with an ever cooling expression the picture. He closed it slowly and signaled to the men sparring that he was heading out. The calendar curled into a tube held in one hand as he walked to the barracks and his ever dark room. He lifted the lid of a chest with a booted toe and dropped the calendar into it. The lid dropped when released and clattered closed.
There were other calendars, though, in other hands. Acceptance was hard to find, but a walk was not. He left his room and went for a stroll in the forest north of the manor.