Caller Bluid an' Fallin' Leaves [Sir Zane]

[Klezmer Gryphon]

The gold-leafed trees over courtyard swayed in the breeze just as the sun began to rise over the horizon. From the bench he was sitting on, however, Einrí just saw a faint glow over the top of the wall, a slim strip of light that seemed to tease him with every passing moment. The squire's mind, however, changed focus almost as soon as he heard a horse neighing in the distance... Och...First day ay trainin'...

At only four feet and seven inches tall, knighthood seemed to be an odd choice of occupation for the shivering, nervous rabbit, especially when he stood next to half of the weapons and the standard size armor provided, but as Einrí sat there twiddling his thumbs, he knew knighthood wouldn't happen of he couldn't get past the first day of formal training. Noo.... Whaur is master Sinclair?

[Zane]

It was still very early in the morning when Liam rose from his bed, the sun had yet to rise but it wasn't uncommon for the Knight to be up and about this at this ungodly early hour, he was the master of a Manor and the land it sat on, it paid for a man to be attentive to all the workings of his home. At this hour, only He, the kitchen staff, and Einri would be awake. The former because of habit, the centermost because of duty, and the latter because he was told to. Liam had no doubts that Einri would be waiting for him in the courtyard by no later than sunrise as he was instructed the previous night. The squire had on more than one occasion shown his deft ability to obey a command. Liam loved that, it seemed that if he asked to boy to jump, all he would as is, 'how high?'. Ironic considering that he looked very much the part of a bipedal rabbit.

Walking into the inner courtyard wearing his armor, the shield sheath hanging on his back, and carrying two bags. One filled with weapons of large variety and custom, the other bearing the weight of, well, weights. Over ninety pounds of lead shot kept as munitions for the anti-siege cannons that sporadically lined the top of the Manor's outermost and secondary wall. They had of course, remained unused since their installation and were really just for show.

"Good morning, Henry!" The knight called out to his squire, not out of a spiteful mispronunciation of his name, but rather because he could not yet grasp the boy's accent enough to pronounce it correctly.

Liam tossed the bag of shot aside before moving over to a rack of various polestars and shields that was situated all around the edges of the inner courtyard. He began setting out swords and clubs and axes and maces of many styles and practicalities. "Come on over, Lad, and be quick about it. Worry yourself with that other bag later." That done, he donned his Shield Sheath, slipping his gloved forearm through the top, so the shield acted as an extension of his arm.

"Take some weapons onto yourself. A blade, a shield, and a polearm. Make sure your sword-belt is on tight." He punctuated this by grabbing a glaive for himself. The shaft of this weapon was about four and a half foot long, with another 18 inches added on to the total length by the curved crimson blade.

[Klezmer Gryphon]

Einrí felt his eyes drift from one weapon on the rack to another, and then another, as he tried to figure out which ones would do. Tightening his belt as he got up from the bench, the rabbit hesitated for a moment. Aw these weapons.... these instruments ay death... They're aw feckin' taller than Ah am!... The look on his face, almost always in some strange state between nervous anxiety and eager curiosity, turned to a slight grimace with each step of the rabbit's feet that took him closer to the collection of tools.

"Th-thes is gonnae b-be a b-body llllang feckin' d-day..." he muttered, wearily eyeing the rack of weapons. None of the swords or pole arms looked wieldy for his small size, but given that most weapons were meant for people a good foot taller than he was, the rabbit didn't really have a choice. With a heavy sigh, he took a hardened leather buckler from the selection of shields. Judging it to be reasonable, he moved over to the swords... Pure? claymores an' longs swords fur yer squire who's a feckin' fit shorter than a' fowk else?! His grimace growing even darker, he grabbed the only thing he could see that he could reasonably use, a simple steel rapier. With a couple more steps, he found himself looking at the pole arms.

"B-bludy heel! H-hoo am Ah e'en sssupposed t-tae f-feckin' use a body ay t-those?!" Einrí moaned, not really caring that his master would possibly reprimand him for his language. How in the world was he supposed to use something that was two or three times taller than he was?!

((OoC: @Sir Zane  I edited this from earlier just to give it a little more substance and something more for you to eventually reply to))

[Zane]

Liam disregarded the profanity, he himself had quite a foul tongue at times. "You'll learn. Go with the Ashen Half-stave on the end there, it will be more like a Full-stave with your height. We can train with that. I will have you Training with Glaives and Lances in no time." He started for the archway that would lead to the read of the manor than stopped, reholtering his shield in it's specially designed latch on his back.

"Polearms are by far, one of the most important parts of your arsenal, if wielded effectively, the can be a stout defense and an overwhelming offense. Glaives offer quick and devastating attacks while a full staff can seemingly attack from two directions at once. Different Polearms offer different advantages, keep that in mind. In my line of work, I want something versatile. Some days I may be hunting warbands, other days I may be hunting raiders. Others still I may be facing down dangerous and possibly magical creatures. Keep that in mind when picking your weapons. Ready for you first training task?"