Terric watched the Ji’Val’s retreating back, teeth grinding. He stood ready to leave. He wasn’t going to chase him like a lost pup. He’d promised day one that he wouldn’t force the boy to continue training if he wanted to. The lack of respect rankled however. Anybody with a modicum of honor would have faced him and asked to end their training, not stormed off like a child. He had tried to reach him, to motivate him, even to encourage him. Every time, he hit a stone wall. Why was the boy even here? Then it hit him. Why was Johan Ablaer here? He know much about the young man. No more than the superficial. He hadn’t asked questions simply accepting that anybody who was in the Yards, and especially anybody who came looking to train with him held at least some of the same values and desires. Assumptions were just that however, assumptions. They did not have to be based in fact. He had failed as an Aethan Dor by failing to simply ask questions. He had toh to his old teachers and spear brothers, as well as to Johan Ablaer. The latter was right here, so he would start by meeting his toh to him.
Crossing the commonroom, he took a seat across from the younger man. “I have toh, Johan Ablaer. I have never asked you. What do you want here? Why are you here, Johan Ablaer?”
Crossing the commonroom, he took a seat across from the younger man. “I have toh, Johan Ablaer. I have never asked you. What do you want here? Why are you here, Johan Ablaer?”