Who: Conan Deirgard & Kiernan Manley What: A training session. Where: Shieldwyrm training grounds. When: Today, afternoon. Rating: Pending (probably PG, lbr) Status: omplete.
Whenever Conan managed to train with someone other than his assigned knight, he found himself more able to concentrate and more eager to learn. Conan was shuffled from one mentor to the next, each time acting up with his goal being to chase them away. They approached with him the same frustration he had for them. If they said he was a hopeless cause, he felt the same for them as teachers.
Training with Drake or Kiernan always brightened up his day. Though he was worn and tired by the end of the sessions, the feeling of accomplishment reminded him not to regret it. Not to say he would usually volunteer for training if he could choose free time (with Storm or the other squires!) instead. But training had saved him from chores the week before and that alone made even Conan feel grateful.
So he arrived on time to the training grounds he so often despised, complete with his dagger and ready to take on whatever dummies and imaginary enemies for the day. "Hey!" he cried out, waving to the older Fighters guild member.