After doing his usual routine of jogging around the city, Aeon went to the training grounds, like every other day, to harness his combat skills. Still, he couldn't match the old colonel, and although Aeon knew that he wouldn't be able to match him anytime soon, he could at least give his best. So he did, over and over again, training in every weapon he found, just so he could one day reach Ryqos' level. The one, most important weapon Ryqos especially told him about, was a bow. If a skyrider needed to learn anything, it was to shoot a bow, or at least a crossbow, so Aeon got to it.
He picked up one of the shortbows used for practicing, as well as a quiver with over a dozen arrows, and walked over to the shooting range, with many targets standing on the opposite side of archers. Aeon had never held a shortbow before. He did hold a longbow, that time Ryqos showed him how to shoot, but this was different. The bow was smaller, which meant it was lighter, so Aeon kept holding upwards. Finally, after his stance was good, in his mind at least, he drew the bow, and it was hard. It took some energy to pull the arrow completely, which Ryqos told him to do, always, and after it was done, Aeon let the arrow loose, and felt the fingers of his right hand hurt. Not trills later, the arrow missed the target completely, but that wasn't going to stop Aeon from trying again.
Again and again, he shot, his fingers hurting more after each shot, burning, near the end, and he managed to hit the target only twice, and barely at that. Archering was hard.. He dropped the bow and the now-empty quiver at the weapons rack, for someone else to ready, as he went back to the original training grounds, in which dozens and dozens of new squires were training. It was so incredible, how many of them signed on, just because they were asked to help out Rynmere. Aeon felt proud, proud of himself, for being there, and proud of his fellow soldiers, for the same reason. Not only men, but women joined too, it must've taken some persuading, because as far as Aeon knew, not many fathers would let their daughters in the military.
He walked around the grounds, holding a wooden sword, for a change, considering there was no need to spar with a blade that could kill. Not many people were actually available for a good sparing match, but finally, Aeon noticed a woman, standing alone, observing. She didn't strike him as the knightly type, but hey, who was he to judge, he originated from farmers and peasants, so he decided to walk up.
"Excuse me, you looking to train or just visiting?", he said, with a wide smile on his face. It was clear she wasn't visiting, considering she was in fact wearing an army tunic, with Andaris' colors. Aeon let the edge of his wooden sword touch the ground, making dirt fly from that single point, as he leaned onto it's handle, the Longsword was in fact rather long.