@cloakhoard :
Vax can remember what he lets himself about the first few weeks in Syngorn. Knowing that his father wouldn’t be happy with a single thing he did, knowing that all his sister ever looked for was approval. It was something they’d never get, they were half-elves and something Syldor would’ve gladly forgotten about if it had been completely up to him.
He understood the frustration and the need to be better. Vax’ildan had picked the art up for himself, changing it in his mind to exclude his father all together. The only difference now is that it only made him hate his father and his instructor. It was a learning process, one they had more than enough time to accomplish. He didn’t want to be his father. He didn’t want to be as harsh as his own instructor had been. Oliver was a de Rolo, after all. His sister’s son.
He notes the positioning, a small smile on his face as the rogue moves to correct him just a bit before feeling the dagger return to his belt and placing it back in Oliver’s hand. “I see your mother’s been teaching you as well. Certainly much better than the first time I threw a dagger. Try again.”
Oliver’s face was in his hand then pushed up through his black hair. He was so frustrated. It had been his idea after all to learn the ways of combat but it just wasn’t sticking like he had hoped. He could study for hours and still not be able to perform it physically.
The same had happened with a bow. He lacked any natural affinity it seemed. And while everyone was so kind, trying to help him he couldn’t help but feel unworthy.
A deep sigh left him as he reclaimed his cool. Much too soon to be broken up about it.
With his Uncle’s guidance perhaps not all was lost for him. Immediately, much like his Mother, there were obvious and easy things to take care of first. Like posture.
Always pain in posture.
“She’s been…trying.” He responded. “I haven’t taken much to the bow it seems. That too has been ending in failure for me.” His voice dipped just a little bit into shame. As if testing the sensation he felt when the idea slipped into his mind.
Taking the dagger into his hand again he balanced it once more in his grip, fingers gripping it just tight enough to hold it but ready to release at a moment’s notice. Small changes to his posture shifted his weight different than he had set it before. He supposed that was the point and thought better than to shift slightly back to what he was at before.
Inhale.
Exhale.
His body turned as he swung his arm releasing the dagger to cut through the air.
It still flew off sideways and this time it even fell short of the target. But he was able to notice the shift was closer to the mark. “Huh.” His back straightened and his arms crossed in heavy thought. “Perhaps I should try a wider swing before I throw it?”
