11-07-2018, 04:46 PM
▹▹▹▹Atticus adjusted the way his paws sat as he stretched his shoulders slightly, sitting for so long handing out tasks now beginning to itch at him, feeling the urge to move once more. "As you wish," he rumbled softly at Alisaie, considering the young Shiba for a moment as he exhaled softly. Her assessment was true, perhaps, that no one seemed to be jumping out of their fur to try and get a task, but Atticus didn't really mind either. People were here, participating, and while the act of sitting and waiting around to be given something to do was hardly exciting, he hoped at least the people involved would find some fun in the tasks they had been given. After all, even if they were more or less chores and things needed to be done around the Clan, there was no reason why they shouldn't have a bit of fun in doing it, instead of finding it some mindless thing to do. He didn't know Alisaie too well, but given the plethora of scratches and little injuries littering their body, it was easy to see what they had interest in. "You enjoy fighting? I would not ask that a child host a fighting lesson, but you seem the sort that would appreciate this. This week, do some research; mythology, books, whatever suits you, and host a story night of sorts. Talk about some of the great fighters of old, the meaning of war, puppet shows, shadows, whichever- put on a show for us and honor your ancestors." It would serve both as a bit of schooling for the girl, as well as provide an insight behind the morality of fighting and the honor of it all. Plus, it very well might be entertaining as well as a morale booster.