Poster: Tykir Rikafir
Post # 4
Between Mother and Son
Honeee had the platter
set out with cookies on it.. piled high it was too, and she aware of the
training so she was about to find out what kind of restraint her son
Like a hound on the
scent, Tykir's nose was in the air and sniffing his way down the
corridor to the prize. His entire body ached from training, if not
enough between the two champions, then from what he did when not with
the demanding men. So bad was the strain of muscles, he found it
difficult to even keep his wings folded back behind him, wishing they
could just droop and sag...with no muscle control required at all. Who
would have thought that simple restraint - usually just a given where
wings were concerned - would cause such discomfort. Still...there was a
reward for training hard, and his nose was leading the way to that very
thing. His feet scuffed the floor from being just too ...
everything (exhausted, sore, lazy) to lift them for proper steps, he
entered he room, his mouth already watering in anticipation. And
lo! Look at the stack of them...and NO! Look at his mother
there! "Good afternoon, Mother." He could have
wailed a river seeing her there!
to you Tykir, how is your training going?" That imps smile
quirking as she watched her son.
"I am training
hard." Would that suit? Would that gain him at least the
privilege of one cookie? Just one?
A hand slipped to
confiscate a cookie as she held it up.. then placed it before him.
"Are you keeping count now?"
"I have only just
finished with Sir Karl...and have come for..." His gaze
zoomed in and locked on that mountain of treats.
"...nourishment" Joy! As sore as he was, he was
immediately to his mother, but his reach for that one cookie was slow,
controlled ... he was, after all, a man in training. "Aye,
Sir Peter has me restric...restric...cutting back." Infact,
so controlled was he that he didn't even stuff it in his mouth...yet.
"Has Rina started her training?"
That ocean blue gaze
went down over him.. overdoing it with a hem and a haw kind of look.
Even a hand lifted to tap a finger against her cheek as she kept this
Oh, Tykir did hope
that his meddlesome, troublesome sister was in as much pain as he.
"Wha'?" He caught that look, and the cookie paused just
from being bitten into.
"Rina should be
starting her training soon... I do believe you might have lost a pound
Even more so than the
treat of the cookie, his mother's words had both brows lifted.
"Aye?" To him, 'a pound' was as good as 'twenty'...and
for his mother to have noticed, all the more exciting for the young lad.
Even if he hadn't cut back on his in-between meal snacks...just the
workout that Sir Karl had him undergoing, and that which Sir Peter had
sent him out to accomplish on his own, would have slimmed him out some.
He lowered his hand, and his gaze dropped to the cookie there.
"Actually, Mother...it was an apple I came in search of."
No, not really. But now that he thought on it...and since a pound was
twenty in his mind, an apple was just what he wanted. He leaned
forward and the cookie was placed back on the counter. "These smell
wonderful though. I'm sure they are delicious." Okay, so one
last longing look was dipped to the cookie before Tykir sucked in a deep
breath and went toward the basket of those red and yellow apples upon
the opposite counter.
"There are apples
too Tykir" And her smile was pleased.. he could tell the
difference. "I see you are becoming more the man in your
What? Men couldn't eat
cookies? Oh, the injustice of it all! But, with everything
there were sacrifices. Or so he had heard. He supposed that
becoming the man he wanted so desperately to be, was worth the eternal
denial of cookies. Fingers curled around one apple and he lifted it to
scrutinize. He'd eat the apple, but he'd not have a single bruise
upon it! He had enough bruises as it was! That one didn't suit, a
dark spot the size of his thumb nail marred the surface. It was
returned to the bunch and another plucked out and studied. This
was the trouble with eating 'right'...it took too much time and energy.
She quietly watched
him having to hold back a bigger grin as she did. "So Tykir
love, tell me about your practicing. What you do like and what you
He turned to his
mother, a suitable alternative to cookies at last chosen, and he rubbed
it to his shirt across his belly to shine it. "Well...being
able to use my sword..." The apple bearing hand lifted and he
attempted one of the moves he had learned just that morning, elbow
lifting out to the side and hand across his chest as if to block a blow.
A grimace, a soft grunt, and he lowered his hand again...no...just too
sore for examples. So, to hide the fact he had just worked
muscles not accustomed to the training, he quick took a crunching bite
of that apple. "I like the flying..." Of course he did,
he had always loved flying once he could get his body off the ground.
"But I do tire of waking, Mother, in the middle of the night just
because I roll over..." That said, he lifted his hand
to rub the back of his neck...enough of that...another bite of apple
taken. A shrug of shoulder ended his comments so far...there was much he
enjoyed, much more so than what he didn't.
learning there are dues to be paid in becoming a good strong warrior,
one day such will not wake you and you will find you desire to practice
even longer." Unless some woman came along for him to chase
but that was another matter to address in time.
Hoboyoh! No way!
Women were off his list! You bet! X'd right off! He
preferred to have his skin on his bones, feathers on his wings.
That lava they could change a man's blood into, was not to his liking.
Noooo...he cared for that not at all.
Especially when he
started to like the girls.. and found they liked big strong men.
"Yes, but it would be your choosing."
"Would I be as
Sir Karl and Sir Peter?"
"In a way, yes if
you follow what they teach you.. but.. you will be your own unique self
too. You do have something they do not already."
A flutter of wings
behind him proof of what he possessed they did not. "Then I
shall practice longer."
"You like Sir
Karl and Sir Peter then?" And she was watching him carefully to see
how he responded, knowing the simple question should gain a longer
enough." How was that for a longer response? To claim
he liked them would mean he enjoyed the pain of the training and the
restraint demanded of him. To say he didn't, would...well...it
would be a lie. The curve of apple was stuffed into his mouth and
a popping crunch broke through the skin into the juicy meat beneath.
It also stuffed a thin layer of skin between his two front teeth which
were so much larger with their permanency. Was Tykir learning
diplomacy? Offering over only the information necessary to carry on the
conversation without committing to an actual answer?
She studied him while
he ate that apple, elusive already? Delicate brows curled down slightly
to the bridge of her nose as she would just have to ask pointed
questions. "What do you like about Sir Karl?"
Tykir gave that dip of head, the strength of that action lost on the
young lad though rather impressive when the Dark One administered it.
"He is a man well respected." To Tykir, to have seen
those at the tournament, even the Sire, respond to the man...had
impressed Tykir beyond words. And because his mother was about to
ask, he just continued on. Not quite the man of courtly intrigue
and mystery he might have liked to have thought himself. "Sir
Peter...came up with this contraption, you should see it,
Mother." Though, it was Sir Peter who had placed a
restriction on Tykir's cookie intake.
"Really? I will
have to come out and watch you practice with each but I will let each
know beforehand to make sure my presence would not disrupt your
training." She didn't have to ask permission, she could do what she
wanted but his training came first over any whims of her own.
"You think highly
of both...to me, that is enough."
"Yes I do, if you
saw them fight in the tournament and how they conducted themselves you
would also before actually being trained by them. There will be
tournaments coming up, so maybe then you can.. if they are ones they are
to participate in. Some will be to find others to fill our ranks as
Coolness! Tykir perked
right away with this information. "Then I can
"Of course, I
would expect you to any that you can. You can learn by watching others
too and even others in how they handle a sword. Pick out what you see
and like best that works best."
Now, as much as Tykir
liked to think himself a man of the world (especially after spending
that near week with such worldly men of power!), he practically sailed
to his mother and took her up in an appreciative hug. "Oh
aye, and I will...I will watch closely, Mother. I will."
A sticky, apple juice kiss popped to her cheek. "I must go
train some more!"
She gave him a good
hug before a hand slipped to ruffle his hair some. "But, you will
always be my son too." Only one who would be able to get away with
that except for Rina. "Now off with you so you can impress Sir Karl
and Sir Peter, I know you can!"
shall!" That was a given! Or he'd drop exhausted to the
ground trying. "Good day, Mother...good day!" With
that called over his shoulder, hair mussed and sticking up all over his
head (but little he cared, he had no one to impress), he darted for the
door, apple still in hand. Practice longer ... and become the man
who would make his mother proud.
And she was proud of
him already for the effort he was putting into this. She knew some of it
was hard for him but a better man it would make him too.
Aaeron Barrett Riktafir
Prince of Heathfield