11th Zi'da
Kylar walked through the training grounds, heading for where he normally trained with his crossbow. The bird sat on the glove, it's wing attached to it by a small lead that he was given for free alongside the glove, the Falcon and the letter-holder. He felt somewhat cruel doing it, but he had to - the last thing he wanted was his fifty gold to be wasted. At least he'd still have the glove.
When he arrived at the training ground, he went to his normal area. People didn't come here often, and today was no exception. Besides, it was freezing, why would anyone with half a brain be outside? Kylar chuckled. Said a lot about how much of a brain he had. The glove on his hand kept him warm at least. That was the one positive he could seem to find right now. But he was doing this for a good cause, something charitable. Perhaps one day this bird would prove useful for whoever he gifted it to. It was an interesting idea to get a bird, Kylar thought - one he might do himself one day.
"Shade, still" he ordered the falcon. It didn't know many commands yet, but that was one it was taught. Shade was black as night, with piercing eyes and sharp features. If Kylar didn't know any better, he would assume Shade was a demon - not a Falcon. Kylar put down the box that Shade was stored in, then gently put his hand on the back of Shade's neck, cautious and slow. He stroked once. "Gently" he said bluntly. His plan was to associate words with actions. When he was stroked, it was good, which was the same word he would use to praise the bird. Whether it worked or not, he would have to see.
After stroking a little more, Kylar stopped finally. He looked to the brace around the bird's wing and how it connected to the glove. All of it was so intricate, it was perfect. That and the small tube that attached to Shade's leg to deliver mail and he'd got himself more than a good offer. Once Kylar trained the bird to follow simple commands, he would be easy for anyone to use.
Reaching into his pocket, Kylar grabbed for the small mouse he had inside it. The mouse was dead, it would be cruel to use a live mouse, but at least now the mouse served a purpose - even after death. Just as Karem would want. He lifted his hand with the mouse in it and went to place it in front of the Falcon, before lowering it as he realized his mistake. That break would rip his hand to shreds. He let out a sigh, he only had one choice.
He threw the mouse across the training grounds, then started to undo the brace on the birds wing. As Shade got ready to take off, Kylar put his glove out to show he wanted the bird to come back - as the shopkeeper instructed him. He just hoped it worked on an untrained bird.
Kylar walked through the training grounds, heading for where he normally trained with his crossbow. The bird sat on the glove, it's wing attached to it by a small lead that he was given for free alongside the glove, the Falcon and the letter-holder. He felt somewhat cruel doing it, but he had to - the last thing he wanted was his fifty gold to be wasted. At least he'd still have the glove.
When he arrived at the training ground, he went to his normal area. People didn't come here often, and today was no exception. Besides, it was freezing, why would anyone with half a brain be outside? Kylar chuckled. Said a lot about how much of a brain he had. The glove on his hand kept him warm at least. That was the one positive he could seem to find right now. But he was doing this for a good cause, something charitable. Perhaps one day this bird would prove useful for whoever he gifted it to. It was an interesting idea to get a bird, Kylar thought - one he might do himself one day.
"Shade, still" he ordered the falcon. It didn't know many commands yet, but that was one it was taught. Shade was black as night, with piercing eyes and sharp features. If Kylar didn't know any better, he would assume Shade was a demon - not a Falcon. Kylar put down the box that Shade was stored in, then gently put his hand on the back of Shade's neck, cautious and slow. He stroked once. "Gently" he said bluntly. His plan was to associate words with actions. When he was stroked, it was good, which was the same word he would use to praise the bird. Whether it worked or not, he would have to see.
After stroking a little more, Kylar stopped finally. He looked to the brace around the bird's wing and how it connected to the glove. All of it was so intricate, it was perfect. That and the small tube that attached to Shade's leg to deliver mail and he'd got himself more than a good offer. Once Kylar trained the bird to follow simple commands, he would be easy for anyone to use.
Reaching into his pocket, Kylar grabbed for the small mouse he had inside it. The mouse was dead, it would be cruel to use a live mouse, but at least now the mouse served a purpose - even after death. Just as Karem would want. He lifted his hand with the mouse in it and went to place it in front of the Falcon, before lowering it as he realized his mistake. That break would rip his hand to shreds. He let out a sigh, he only had one choice.
He threw the mouse across the training grounds, then started to undo the brace on the birds wing. As Shade got ready to take off, Kylar put his glove out to show he wanted the bird to come back - as the shopkeeper instructed him. He just hoped it worked on an untrained bird.
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