"Name your desire! Anything you want."
Burning Blood had uttered that to Jak just the day prior, the Highlander youth caught immensely off guard by it and shocked even. Anything he could want? Him? The hopeless street rat given the chance for anything, any teeny tiny thing? No, surely there had to be a limit. A Hora. That was all, that was all the youth had asked for. Burning Blood had promised him lessons, to be his teacher. If Jak wanted to be anything of worth he needed to start somewhere. Be it to Blood or Luc or the strange Elezen that he had met the night before, Jak had a huge door opened for him and whatever was behind it he'd take it head on.
"Do you like it?" Jak's head snapped up, sitting in the guest bedroom bed Burning Blood had allowed him to stay for now. No words were said at first, a simple smile coming over Jak's face as he looked back down to the simple fist weapon Blood purchased for him. Simple as it was, it still had a shine and small blade attached to the side.
"Yeh, I do. S'uh, well...mean look at it!" Jak jumped from the bed, giving a very sloppy fighting stance to the tattooed Roegadyn. No stern look, no attempt to look threatening in the stance; No, Jak looked to be the happiest teen Ul'dah had ever seen standing there in new clothing and weaponry. And all Blood did was nod, hiding any joy in Jak's glee behind golden hues and stoic face.
"Good. Put it to good use." And Blood left Jak to his affairs, the Kidlander spending the better portion of the night fighting imaginary people, grinning to himself and eventually passing out on the bed, spread eagle and clutching the hora in his hands.
Ignorance was indeed bliss.
Burning Blood had uttered that to Jak just the day prior, the Highlander youth caught immensely off guard by it and shocked even. Anything he could want? Him? The hopeless street rat given the chance for anything, any teeny tiny thing? No, surely there had to be a limit. A Hora. That was all, that was all the youth had asked for. Burning Blood had promised him lessons, to be his teacher. If Jak wanted to be anything of worth he needed to start somewhere. Be it to Blood or Luc or the strange Elezen that he had met the night before, Jak had a huge door opened for him and whatever was behind it he'd take it head on.
"Do you like it?" Jak's head snapped up, sitting in the guest bedroom bed Burning Blood had allowed him to stay for now. No words were said at first, a simple smile coming over Jak's face as he looked back down to the simple fist weapon Blood purchased for him. Simple as it was, it still had a shine and small blade attached to the side.
"Yeh, I do. S'uh, well...mean look at it!" Jak jumped from the bed, giving a very sloppy fighting stance to the tattooed Roegadyn. No stern look, no attempt to look threatening in the stance; No, Jak looked to be the happiest teen Ul'dah had ever seen standing there in new clothing and weaponry. And all Blood did was nod, hiding any joy in Jak's glee behind golden hues and stoic face.
"Good. Put it to good use." And Blood left Jak to his affairs, the Kidlander spending the better portion of the night fighting imaginary people, grinning to himself and eventually passing out on the bed, spread eagle and clutching the hora in his hands.
Ignorance was indeed bliss.
