Silaire and art @ Me
Ella @  roxyhana

For the record, Ella is about 4'4 feet, whereas Silaire is about 7'8. Ella isn't a child, though she's a young adult. Species and size differences make this difficult to tell.

Anyway there's a story to go with this so...here we go.

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"Silaire?"
"Master Silaire." he responded quietly.
"...Master Silaire. Can i ask you a question?" mumbled Ella. By this point they had been sat here for over two hours meditating and she was growing increasingly bored. A nearby broken twig provided some minor distraction. Silaire however had not moved the entire time.
"Go on" he responded calmly.
"When are you going to teach me sword fighting techniques?"

There was an uncomfortably long pause. Eventually Silaire opened his eyes, though there were simply leaks of green light that shone out where eyes would be. She could sort of tell he was looking at her, but it was hard to judge, and he made her a little uncomfortable.
"Explain?" he mused.
Ella's temper with him was slowly growing shorter and she grumbled, turning toward him fully and folding her arms.
"All you do is make me exercise! We run laps and hit things and swim! Then we eat a huge meal and then we sit around for hours in silence!"
"...And?" he responded.
Ella growled at him quietly, fuming at his annoying tones. She stood and stomped her foot angrily, pointing her stick at him.
"And that isn't sword fighting! How do i kill bandits and baddies by sitting down?! This is a waste of time!"
Silaire breathed deeply and slowly, exhaling a drawn out wisp of smoke. After he had finished he hefted his old body up to his feet and stared down at her from near double her own height, stretching out. His wings flared out for a moment and then tucked back down tightly against his back.

"Alright." he said, softly, never moving his mouth. She'd become sort of used to that, as he spoke using magic and lacked the capable lips to properly talk. "Lets do it your way then."
"Good!" She replied triumphantly.
"The rules are simple. You hit me with that stick even once and i'll give you a sword, we'll set up on the sand and i'll teach you some moves that'll win any sword fight. Got it?"
Her eyes gleamed at the thought of getting to thwack the frustrating Aeriatlas. She gave a grin and brandished her weapon gleefully. "You're on old man, here i come!"
She ran at him quickly and began to swing back and forth with wild abandon. However, when she got close, he took a long step backward away from her, hands behind his back above his tail. She dived forward and slashed the 'sword' down, but he stepped to the side.
"Of course" she thought to herself. "He's a master of swordplay, this was never going to be easy, i just got to be faster than him!"
With a battle cry she began to run at him, swinging in every direction, stabbing forwards and chasing as fast as she could. Each time he would step back, and if she ran he would too, backwards, always keeping his eyes on her. They began doing laps around the glade, around the house, dodging between some trees. Minutes past, and soon Ella was sweating fiercly in the heat. Her senses were dull and her sprightly sprint had turned into a sluggish crawl. Gasping for breath she slowly closed the gap between them, and Silaire stood still.
"Got him" she thought, blearily thrusting the now heavy weapon at his waist. With a hand he pushed hers aside, harmlessly knocking away the stick, and then bringing one of his large strong feet up he pushed down on her chest and dropped her to the floor.

"Ack...g...get off me!" she wheezed in frustration. He did, and as she sat up, he knelt down beside her, and gave a short bow of his head.
"I'm sorry. " he said slowly.
"Well...y-yeah, you should be!" she huffed. "What was the point of asking me to do that if you weren't gonna play fair?"
"To teach you swordplay." he responded.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, bewildered.
"Do you think these 'bandits and baddies' are going to fight you fair? Do you think they'll 'play' with you?"
Her expression dropped. "Well...no..."
"Do you think they'll always be fighting you with swords? Or one on one?"
"N...no..."
"Then you need to understand the difference between someone who owns a sword, and someone who is a swordsman. A swordsman understands that...at the end of the day, a sword is a piece of metal you hold. Your real weapons are your mind, and your body. Learn to use them well, and you'll be the best swordsman in the land."
He offered her a hand and she took it, letting him help her to her feet. She dusted her clothing off and smiled up at him bashfully.

"You really think so?" She questioned.

"I know so." He replied.