“Excuse me, I did not mean to imply that either of you orders the other around, I was simply concerned that your schedules might overlap. I have seen a bit of Aerta’s motherly tendencies, yes. I don’t mind overly much. And we’ve already discussed the nature of sorcery, so I know. Actually, we both are sorcerers so there are bound to be some things she can help me with.”

Yssil made some minor changes in his grip on the sword based on Adykon’s instruction and he could feel his balance was better this way. He wondered if he really would be taught the basics of using all the weapons Adykon had put on display. If so, that would be a bit surprising, but might also come in handy eventually. Yssil blinked when Adykon reassured him, bewildered by the action. He swallowed, a brief flash of a memory of past training involving his father, brothers and some others passing by his mind. With a single expulsion of breath, however, he dispelled the past and focused on the present. He was here with Adykon and if the legendary dracon told him mistakes were a natural, permissible and acceptable part of training then that was how it was. A few breaths later, Yssil felt some excessive tension dissipate, but he couldn’t help being eager. “I understand,” the young dracon said as calmly as he could. “What should I do next?”