"I'm sure," Chachanji said with a nod, slowly climbing back to his feet and dusting himself off. He turned and gave a wry grin to the Hyur who, even sitting, was still taller than him. "I dunno why I'm so sure, but I know that I am. 'n I think Ser Crofte has me askin' so that I can hear other peoples' reasons, 'n help me figger out that 'why.' It's testin' me 'n halpin' me out at th' same time."
He pressed a finger to his lip in thought.
"Though... still gonna work th' anvil," he clarified. "After all, I want ta halp people wit me own hands, 'n that includes usin' arms 'n armor that I made meself. So I can't be slackin' on that end. Plus, there's this 'Sworn-in-Trainin' I know that's apparently pretty close ta gettin' fully inducted. I had promised ta make a sheath fer her a'forehand, but now I'm thinkin'a makin' it extra nice 'n givin' it ta her as a gift when she does."
The youngest Gegenji child already had some ideas in mind for that particular present. The base design was already in place - a sheath which had its inside lined just so with whetstones that drawing and returning the blade in turn helped keep it sharp. On the outside, however, he was thinking of surrounding the base metal frame with a nice wood - perhaps find an artisan to engrave some roses onto it to match her nickname. Lacquer that all up and a nice silk grip near the throat would top it all off splendidly. It'd be a lot of extra doings, but Chachan hoped she would like it.
That was for later, though. For now, as his arms teacher had said, he was being taught how to fight with sword and shield. That way the little Lalafell would be ready to protect people should the need arise, whether he understood why he was doing it or not. And, as the Free Paladin had also said, he didn't just teach anybody. That in and of itself had to mean something.
"A'ight, I think I'm ready fer some more practice," Chachanji intoned, interlacing his armored fingers together as he stretched them both up towards the sky. "If'n yer up fer it, a'course."
He pressed a finger to his lip in thought.
"Though... still gonna work th' anvil," he clarified. "After all, I want ta halp people wit me own hands, 'n that includes usin' arms 'n armor that I made meself. So I can't be slackin' on that end. Plus, there's this 'Sworn-in-Trainin' I know that's apparently pretty close ta gettin' fully inducted. I had promised ta make a sheath fer her a'forehand, but now I'm thinkin'a makin' it extra nice 'n givin' it ta her as a gift when she does."
The youngest Gegenji child already had some ideas in mind for that particular present. The base design was already in place - a sheath which had its inside lined just so with whetstones that drawing and returning the blade in turn helped keep it sharp. On the outside, however, he was thinking of surrounding the base metal frame with a nice wood - perhaps find an artisan to engrave some roses onto it to match her nickname. Lacquer that all up and a nice silk grip near the throat would top it all off splendidly. It'd be a lot of extra doings, but Chachan hoped she would like it.
That was for later, though. For now, as his arms teacher had said, he was being taught how to fight with sword and shield. That way the little Lalafell would be ready to protect people should the need arise, whether he understood why he was doing it or not. And, as the Free Paladin had also said, he didn't just teach anybody. That in and of itself had to mean something.
"A'ight, I think I'm ready fer some more practice," Chachanji intoned, interlacing his armored fingers together as he stretched them both up towards the sky. "If'n yer up fer it, a'course."
