Can you teach me how to fight?
Who: Howard Link and Emilia Galmar
When: Friday
Where: Emilia's room
Summary: Emilia's been a hard-working little padawan. Time to take the next step.
Rating: G, probably.
Warnings: Nooooone.
It had been several months since Emilia had originally asked Link to teach her the skills behind his Crow spells, and since then he'd been preparing her slowly. Teaching her to recognize and make the seals had been simple enough, but whether or not she was actually capable of focusing and harnessing the energy required to use them would be another story entirely. He was still a bit skeptical on the matter, to be perfectly honest. His instincts screamed "No!", the secrecy of his training so deeply ingrained that he nearly had to force himself to begin the next phase of her own.
But Central would never know. Could never possibly know, and he couldn't bring himself to deny his closest friend some small measure self-defense if he could give it.
So it was with resolve in his expression and talismans up his sleeves that he found himself knocking at her door.
When: Friday
Where: Emilia's room
Summary: Emilia's been a hard-working little padawan. Time to take the next step.
Rating: G, probably.
Warnings: Nooooone.
It had been several months since Emilia had originally asked Link to teach her the skills behind his Crow spells, and since then he'd been preparing her slowly. Teaching her to recognize and make the seals had been simple enough, but whether or not she was actually capable of focusing and harnessing the energy required to use them would be another story entirely. He was still a bit skeptical on the matter, to be perfectly honest. His instincts screamed "No!", the secrecy of his training so deeply ingrained that he nearly had to force himself to begin the next phase of her own.
But Central would never know. Could never possibly know, and he couldn't bring himself to deny his closest friend some small measure self-defense if he could give it.
So it was with resolve in his expression and talismans up his sleeves that he found himself knocking at her door.