' Now remember, Isolde, that the importance behind a fight is that it must never come from malicious places. ' With his words, Tristan hands over to Isolde her first makeshift weapon - a staff, if you could be polite enough to call a giant stick a weapon. ' Once you master the basics of defense, then you'll be able to make quick work of whoever may be causing trouble. Now follow my actions... ' Using his own sword, Tristan throws it from one hand to the other, a small force of habit. Quickly, he thrusts forward the weapon several times, each at a distinct angle from the sides. Not once does he raise it in order to strike down, but more as predictions for where they would be. ' When you are defending yourself, or someone who needs it, it comes from just that - DEFENSE. We never use our weapons to attack and hurt others. Do you understand ? '

     ❛ Lovely, is it not ? I tend to find myself over here when I have a few spare moments ... just to relieve any fears and anguish. Look over here, Isolde, ❜ Tristan requests, the two of them hovering over the shore of the pond. The sounds of the leaves rustling in the wind and the birds chirping provided a more tranquil atmosphere, something different than the shores of Ireland that Isolde seemed to be a bit more familiar with.