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Dance the warrior, the warrior
EINARR
Einarr listened as Ashamin spoke. Carefully, and almost unknown to him, his postures straightened and his chest puffed. The stallion before him had transformed from the guarded, terrified boy he had landed in front of and saved from himself. A sense of pride waved over the guardian, and he outstretched his wing once more and touched the apex of it to Ashamin's shoulder. "Einarr train Ashamin to fight. Ashamin must also train himself. Condition, strengthen." He nodded, pulling his wing back in to rest against his ribs. "Einarr must return to Throat. Einarr must complete daily duties. Mordecai will wonder where Einarr gone to." The black stallion nodded, mostly to himself, but still noded all the same.
"Einarr return for Ashamin, here, in just a moon's time." Einarr's voice was deep and dense, showing all the promise he had in his valiant chest. It was a promise he planned to keep, for the sake of this boy before him. "Be strong, imesh lajak." Einarr finished, reaching out to touch his muzzle to the painted one's cheek. Turning his body, the stallion's powerful wings extended and flapped. Within moments, he was in the air, pulling himself higher and higher on the warm currents between the cold, rushing air. Sienna eyes narrowed some, protecting his vision from the biting wind. In his wake, gulls flapped and cawed their displeasure at his sudden movements. A smile, bold and true and unusual on his lips, grew wider and wider at the hope within his chest.
The Warden was going to become a right teacher.
[imesh lajak = young warrior | @[Ashamin] ]
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