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Fenna packed her things and paused near the coals. "You need sleep too. You didn’t stop for a breath after midday."
Zephyr gestured toward his chalkboard of training notes. "Still writing drills."
"You can do that better rested."
She crossed over and plucked the slate from his hands with a smirk, tucking it beneath her arm before retreating. "I’m holding it hostage. You want it back? Then sleep first."
He chuckled, laying back against his bedroll, the night breeze cooling his sweat damp hair. Overhead, the stars looked sharper than they ever had in the city—crystalline shards pierced through the black canopy sky. Steam curled lazily from the sulfur vents to the north. Sowhere, a beast howled, low and mournful.
Star circled twice on his bedding before curling into a crescent, tail coiled near his nose. Zephyr felt the warmth of the drake’s body seep into his spine. A minute passed. Then two. Then sleep claid him like a dark tide.
A few hours later...
Birdcalls rang out in staggered rhythms. It was sharp, whistling tones from tree creepers and strange warblers unfamiliar to the city. Morning mist clung to the lower bushes like fogged breath. Zephyr rose with the sun’s first arc over the eastern ridgeline, already dressed in a sweat stained tunic and loose field wraps. His joints cracked as he stretched, shoulders stiff from yesterday’s drills.
Fenna erged not long after, brushing tangled strands of copper hair from her face. "I swear sothing sniffed my tent in the night."
"Could’ve been Star," Zephyr said, nodding at the sleeping drake. "I didn’t fell anything. My dragon sense too."
Fenna glanced and laughed softly. "Not unless he’s grown different legs and knocked over my water jug."
"Maybe, this mark was created by his foot and tail. Look this are tiny as him." Zephyr replied.
"You are right. This foot mark are tiny. I think he ca to drink water." Then she bent to fetch her gear, adjusting her dagger at the small of her back. "Periter held, though. No sign of fresh tracks. We’re clear."
"Good." Zephyr drew a deep breath, then turned toward the flattened ring of ash they’d marked for training. "Let’s start light. Warmups first."
He stepped into the makeshift arena and took position.
With a swipe of his foot, Zephyr redrew the eight point movent diagram in the clearing’s soot blackened soil. It resembled a crude compass rose: forward, back, diagonals, side-pivots. A reminder that control started with the feet.
The Eight Point Movent Diagram is a basic yet versatile footwork pattern used by professional beast tars, fighters, and beast handlers across the Kingdom of Dracoria, especially those who train both themselves and their bonded beasts in combat coordination.
{ Explanation ti-
Imagine a compass with eight directions:
North (Forward)
South (Back)
East (Right)
West (Left)
North East (Diagonal Forward-Right)
North West (Diagonal Forward-Left)
South East (Diagonal Backward-Right)
South West (Diagonal Backward-Left)
These eight vectors represent possible angles of movent, dodging, attacking, or reacting. The idea is to build reactive muscle mory through patterned movent, helping the body (or beast) instinctively respond to threats or exploit openings in those directions.
For tars like Zephyr, who rely on agility and beast synergy, this diagram becos a literal training compass etched into the dirt. It allows him and Star to:
Build balance and spatial awareness
Sharpen dodges and flanking attacks
Improve reaction ti and coordination }
Zephyr picked up a stick and began scratching into the ash packed clearing floor. Eight lines radiated from a center point to forward, back, left, right, then the four diagonals until the shape resembled a spoked wheel.
Star tilted his head, watching intently as Zephyr stepped into the center.
"This is the Eight Point Movent Diagram," he said aloud, more for Star than himself. "Arlen taught it to behind the forge in two days when you rest, back then he said every tar should learn to move like a blade, not a block. Let show you how it works."
He jabbed toward the north line. "Forward."
Then back. "Retreat."
"Dodge left, roll right." He stepped through the sequence, each move marked with clear precision.
"Now diagonals, never forget those. Half the beasts in Emberfall don’t strike straight."
Star let out a low chirp, tail sweeping through the red-tinged dirt. He stepped forward and mimicked Zephyr’s first few shifts, his talons tapping the ash between lines.
"That’s it," Zephyr said, grin flickering.
"Up," he called.
Star groaned, tail flopping over his snout.
"Alright," Zephyr said. "Pattern drills. Follow ."
He stepped through the eight-point form: hop left, plant, pivot forward, side-dodge, spin right, tail sweep, each motion exaggerated for clarity. Star mirrored him like a clumsy dancer: one step behind, occasionally over-rotating or slipping on ash-slick rock. But his tail swipe was sharper now. His center of gravity more stable.
"Better," Zephyr muttered, eyes narrowing. "But the scar’s pulling. We’ll compensate."
"You’re not just a fire-breather, you’re a dancer now." Fenna complints Star.
He moved to the next drill.
Zephyr uncoiled the thick rope, fingers quick with the knotwork he’d practiced since childhood. He circled the rope twice around the gnarled base of a dium height ember pine. A tree already leaning at a precarious angle thanks to shallow roots and sulfur soaked soil. The other end of the rope he wrapped beneath Star’s belly, just behind the forelimbs and beneath the wings. He cinched it with a double twist and a firm tug.
"Alright, new variation," Zephyr said, stepping back and brushing sweat from his brow. "This isn’t about lift anymore, it’s raw force. I want you to pull that tree out of the ground. Not flap and jump. Just drag, then lift."
Star turned his silver gaze toward the rope, then the tree, then back to Zephyr. A snort of smoke puffed from his nostrils. His wings twitched, and his claws raked the dirt in preparation.
Zephyr strode fifteen paces back, anchoring his boots in a solid stance. "Wings folded. You’re not flying out of this. It’s about traction, body torque, core tension. One motion... drag then lift. Use your center. Ready?"
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