Nox nodded, it wasn't hard, but it took practice. "It's more work than complex weaves. A strong person can still only do it maybe three or four times before it becomes infinitely harder." Nox could do three but they had to be simple weaves. Three fireballs was it. He'd not tried to do more than two flash bangs. He didn't even try practicing. There really was no point in multiple flash bangs. "The same weave is easiest. Trying to do something completely different is much harder."
Nox took it slowly. He started with a swirl of air in front of them. It danced around the table like a mini cyclone before a second one joined it. There wasn't much he could do about the explaining. No one had told him. He'd only ever seen it once done before and he mimic what he say. He hoped Ivan watched closely. That was when the sorrow rapped against his skill again. He wasn't a good teacher. He could do what he did because he experimented. Nothing more. He didn't learn how, he couldn't explain it any better. Doing by example was his best means - it always had been.
Even his skills as a hunter were learned through trial and error. It was how his father had taught him. Here watch this. No you do it. And that was how he taught him everything. It was only his mother who taught him by instructing him. Following directions was something Nox had difficultly with, and even his mother opted to show him first. His learning style was known to his family. Even Aurora showed him things first. Visual, hands on... that was Nox.
It seemed even outside the Vega estate his reminders were everywhere. And the pain from the Ijriaq was only a peripheral bump in the road of his own self depreciation. Dad sure did a number on you little brother. "No fucking shit." He said out loud, answering his own thoughts. He didn't really care as he split the spiraling wind into a third mini cyclone. Nox felt the power burning his soul. What once was glorious was pain filled. And the exertion caused sweat to bead on his brow. It wasn't easy holding three flows even doing the simplest thing.
Nox took it slowly. He started with a swirl of air in front of them. It danced around the table like a mini cyclone before a second one joined it. There wasn't much he could do about the explaining. No one had told him. He'd only ever seen it once done before and he mimic what he say. He hoped Ivan watched closely. That was when the sorrow rapped against his skill again. He wasn't a good teacher. He could do what he did because he experimented. Nothing more. He didn't learn how, he couldn't explain it any better. Doing by example was his best means - it always had been.
Even his skills as a hunter were learned through trial and error. It was how his father had taught him. Here watch this. No you do it. And that was how he taught him everything. It was only his mother who taught him by instructing him. Following directions was something Nox had difficultly with, and even his mother opted to show him first. His learning style was known to his family. Even Aurora showed him things first. Visual, hands on... that was Nox.
It seemed even outside the Vega estate his reminders were everywhere. And the pain from the Ijriaq was only a peripheral bump in the road of his own self depreciation. Dad sure did a number on you little brother. "No fucking shit." He said out loud, answering his own thoughts. He didn't really care as he split the spiraling wind into a third mini cyclone. Nox felt the power burning his soul. What once was glorious was pain filled. And the exertion caused sweat to bead on his brow. It wasn't easy holding three flows even doing the simplest thing.
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