She gives him time to do that.

"...Are you going to demonstrate all the others now? Might take a while."

"Nah. One more, if you'd like."

"I would. Thank you."

She nods, and starts again. This form is more similar to the first one, a collection of strikes and guards and parries with no especially clear theme, but in comparison the attacks are more aggressive, and the defensive moves are less frequent and executed subtly differently.

"Strosius," she declares after a few minutes, "for challenging a stronger opponent, or making an example of a weaker one."

"I liked sut'vejas. The pragarumas is probably what I'll learn first when it's time for this, though?"

"Mmhmm."

"Do I have chores that aren't training?"

"Nope - you'll want to either keep your things put away or show Daisy where you want her to put them when she cleans, though, rather than having her guess. And you might want to learn how to cook and do laundry and things eventually, but there's no rush."

He nods solemnly. But inside he's rather more relieved than it appears.

Perhaps his parents continued with their heavy chores load, despite the firewood thing?

"...Something wrong?"

"I suppose not."

"Okay then. I think I'll go inside now, if that's fine?"

Nod. "Good night."

"Good night."

A little more reading and meditating, and some tidying, then sleep, unless something else interrupts.

Pradnakt takes the rest of her saber practice around the other side of her house so as not to bother him. Daisy comes by with breakfast half an hour after sunrise.

"Good morning, Daisy. I was thinking about cleaning. I'll clean up most of my stuff, the stuff I don't clean can go basically wherever if you happen to find anything. Except please don't touch the workbench and shelves. And I was wondering, what's the difference between calligraphy and really good handwriting?"

"Certainly," she nods. "And calligraphy is more technically complex; a calligraphy pen gives a wider or narrower line depending on how it's handled, so there's that aspect to work with along with everything else, and I have to think more about the ink itself. I can bring over an example if you'd like to see."

"Huh. I don't know too much about ink - mostly certain kinds not playing well with certain surfaces. I'd find it interesting to see, I think, but you don't have to if it's too much bother."

"It's no trouble."

"Great."

He sets down some tools and peers at breakfast on the way to the cleanser.

Two eggs, fried; a medium potato, sliced into wedges, seasoned, and baked; a slice of toast with butter; a glass of milk.

No meat. It is kind of a rare luxury, but seasoned potatoes with bread squeezed between them sorta replicates the texture. (Not really.)

He eats pretty quickly, waiting for Daisy.

It takes her a little while to come back, carrying a small framed quote on light red paper in black calligraphy with a simple black frame: "What you allow is what will continue."