Lion Head Mesa fah

The princess asked if he could train another, and one of Aquillius’s ears flicked, as though he was trying to hear what she said again.

He looked down at his feet, contemplation in the set of his brow and the backward sway of his ears. He’d never thought about training another, but, perhaps in a fit of delusional self confidence, he believed he could.

I think I could. He remembered his father’s teachings well. Though, he didn’t know if anyone he taught would respect him much. He was, after all, still a lanky teenage boy. And nobody enjoyed those ordering them around.