Cylus 4
There was only so much one could learn from a book, Amaris has decided. While the books they had chosen were well enough for describing what the different forms of weapons were and what they might be best suited for, it did not tell the hybrid everything that they needed to even truly use a weapon. They could hardly use the knife for preparing food the right way. And while that could also double as a weapon, they had a better chance of hurting themselves. So, they’d avoided experimentation without guidance with that in mind.
And this was how they found themselves peering into the Greenleaf training yard. They had prepared for the event of standing out (they were over seven feet tall, after all) as they watched for the activity of the troops. They fidgeted a moment with their sleeves, then their hair, which they’d braided haphazardly to keep it out of the way. It was now simply a matter of them getting a form of courage to speak with someone about teaching them. This should have been easy, considering their plights on the Immortals’ Tongue and the Ice Caves of Ishallr. Both nerve-wracking experiences that left them with a continuing condition of nightmares and sometimes waking woes, they could not seem to compare to the idea of approaching someone to give the hybrid a lesson in a weapon.
But then again, which weapon did they want to learn? They started a rudimentary lesson with a crossbow, but had since not picked one up. Maybe they could continue that. A sword, perhaps? Maybe they could learn to trust themselves with a blade. Not likely, but one had to keep an open mind.