32nd Vhalar, 716
Kylar walked through the fields he had been directed to, hoping he was going to the right place. He hadn't been told much, just that he was training with someone else with some kind of skill he would need to become a true Skyrider. But that was near enough to all he had been told. A field to train in. What skill would he learn there? All they said was that they chose a field so they wouldn't be disturbed. They claimed Kylar wasn't ready for the full training yet, so this would have to do for now. He hoped it didn't involve the animals, he didn't think he was ready for that. But he was told it wouldn't be too intensive. He just hoped that was true, and they didn't tell him that to calm his nerves before sending him to tame a giant dragon-demon or something similar.
After some walking, he arrived in the field he believed was his destination. What looked like some targets had already been set up, so he at least assumed this was the right place. He hadn't brought any equipment though, apart from his two daggers. But he couldn't throw those, one was attached to his wrist and the other was far too valuable for throwing. Besides, it wasn't the right kind of balance to be thrown. He prayed to Karem he hadn't forgot to bring something that was important. But from the looks of things, the Iron Hand had that all sorted. So he was sure it would work out. Now, all he could do was wait, so he made himself comfortable and sat down on the grass. It was slightly colder than he would like, but nowhere near unbearable - more like uncomfortable. If anything, he was dreading the real cold part of this season. He didn't handle cold well at all. It had always been a problem for him, that was why he was grateful he had met Crimson around then and was able to stay with her - or his travels would have been near to impossible.
With Crimson on his mind, he kept his eyes open for someone else to arrive. Until then, he sat comfortably and hummed to himself a small tune he remembered from when he had stayed with Crimson, one she had sung when they first met and sung most days since. With that thought, he smiled.
Kylar walked through the fields he had been directed to, hoping he was going to the right place. He hadn't been told much, just that he was training with someone else with some kind of skill he would need to become a true Skyrider. But that was near enough to all he had been told. A field to train in. What skill would he learn there? All they said was that they chose a field so they wouldn't be disturbed. They claimed Kylar wasn't ready for the full training yet, so this would have to do for now. He hoped it didn't involve the animals, he didn't think he was ready for that. But he was told it wouldn't be too intensive. He just hoped that was true, and they didn't tell him that to calm his nerves before sending him to tame a giant dragon-demon or something similar.
After some walking, he arrived in the field he believed was his destination. What looked like some targets had already been set up, so he at least assumed this was the right place. He hadn't brought any equipment though, apart from his two daggers. But he couldn't throw those, one was attached to his wrist and the other was far too valuable for throwing. Besides, it wasn't the right kind of balance to be thrown. He prayed to Karem he hadn't forgot to bring something that was important. But from the looks of things, the Iron Hand had that all sorted. So he was sure it would work out. Now, all he could do was wait, so he made himself comfortable and sat down on the grass. It was slightly colder than he would like, but nowhere near unbearable - more like uncomfortable. If anything, he was dreading the real cold part of this season. He didn't handle cold well at all. It had always been a problem for him, that was why he was grateful he had met Crimson around then and was able to stay with her - or his travels would have been near to impossible.
With Crimson on his mind, he kept his eyes open for someone else to arrive. Until then, he sat comfortably and hummed to himself a small tune he remembered from when he had stayed with Crimson, one she had sung when they first met and sung most days since. With that thought, he smiled.