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"Welcome to Jahaur son."

Just being in the forest gave him the feeling that any child would feel should one of their storybooks open up and suck them into a new world. Unlike the mountains and cold valleys of Sauti this place was alive and vibrant in color. Having actual heat made him wear less clothing and for once he was finding his antenna useful. Here he understood the need to use them to navigate since certain areas of the forest got darker than any night in Sauti.

But being here did not mean that life was paradise. Verosh felt sneered upon by some of the sisters and even a few were bold enough to openly comment upon his strange hybrid appearance. Just thinking about such things, of his mixed blood, made the boy's fingers curls into tight fists. He would prove them wrong! Even if Mio was his father that did not make Ash any less of a warrior. Such burning thoughts and the pride inherited from his mother kept the boy pushing himself. Even before the sun rose high in the skies the boy was actively running around Emeka and following his mother's training route.

Strange though how when he was running in the trees and not on open paths in the mountains that it somehow felt as if he had a shadow running next to him. Actually...blinking Verosh frowned as he finally realized that perhaps it was not a shadow, but rather another strange looking hybrid who was racing the same path as him. That or some demon with the way those amber eyes glowed in the shadows of the trees...such a sight was enough to startle him into halting so that he could try to get a better glance at the stranger.

"You aren't one of the sisters." Verosh quipped as he studied the stranger, "But you have their blood I see." Even if he was a hybrid as well the man found himself being judgmental as he studied the strange man. He had dreads as well - his mother had told him that only warriors could have such features and that was why Ash was allowed to keep them as well.

Ash straightened his shoulders as he stood to his full alk blooded height, "No enemy unless you are threatening the Alkidike in this area." What if he was one of those strange hybrids that had a bad experience in the past with the Alkidikes and wished to harm others? The thought made his blood still as he continued to study the other male.

Verosh frowned, a deep line showing in the crease of his brow, "I suppose." Even with the insult the boy would not take it to heart, "Then we are similar in a regard, but you must have something other than wind." It was a strange blue that made up the other hybrid's features and those amber colored eyes truly caught Verosh by surprise. It had been those eyes that had almost caused him to believe that he had encountered some beast or demon in the darkness. He had never truly seen another hybrid like himself before so seeing that color could be transferred into Alkidike eyes was startling. It almost made him feel slightly jealous. If not for the blue of his skin and the orange of his eyes then the boy before him could be almost a pure whereas Verosh had too many of the earthling traits tainting his own appearance. It was frustrating indeed.

"I was raised in my father's lands, the wilderness of Sauti, as my warrior mother saw fit to train me alone." He replied as he refused to back down as the other boy moved forward, "I am new to Emeka, Blue One." He retorted back, "But not new to the ways of the Alkidike, it is why I came here since my mother believes me strong enough to become a warrior like the others now."

"Would explain the blue." Noted Verosh as Zigaran told him of his heritage, "Not like wind at all at least in....some regards." He noted vaguely though his mind was already flickering to the race of people that his mother had once sneered at. Captives for years to their neighbors, could none of them hold their own as a warrior during all that time? His antenna flicked in disappointment at the memory. Even if Verosh was also a hybrid at least he didn't have to worry about his earthling heritage being so....lacking? The wind people were strong for nomads that had to survive up in the cliffs, his gaze flickered thoughtfully before he focused back on Zigaran.

Verosh barely raised a brow at the other boy's attempt at a jab, "Does it matter when both can gain your attention?" He replied with the faintest of smirks, "Achashverosh is mine since you seem so interested." At the notice of training the hybrid did nod, a slight acknowledgement. "Not that training has given me much save for what I already know. I came more to finally gain my weapon and join the ranks." Something he couldn't quite do if he continued wasting time speaking to others like this.

"Of course." Replied Verosh with a firm nod. Not like the other hybrid would know exactly what he meant, but Verosh was in no mood for explanations. It would also take too long, a waste of time chit-chatting about how inferior the blood of Matori was in comparison to his own. Not that it was a great advantage as he was still a hybrid himself...something that the man wished was not the case, but still. Couldn't help how you were born, right? I suppose I should give him a bit of relief then since he couldn't' choose his earthling half either.

A faint frown crossed his brow, "If that's what you prefer." What the warrior name was too long for this blue kid? The apprentice scoffed at the thought, "Verosh is good for hunts and battle since it's quicker to say I suppose." He admitted almost as if growing bored with the discussion. That is until he asked about his weapon choice, "Spear." He replied instantly, "It seems the most reasonable for me." Then after a pause the hybrid let out a soft sigh, "I suppose manners mean I should ask then about your decision. Are you picking up the spear as well or something else? I've also been told that I could choose a mount if I pleased, though I'm not certain on that yet."

"Easier to yell." Verosh shot the other hybrid a look, "Though I prefer not having to call out at all since that's distracting to the hunt and gives the prey warning." He shrugged his shoulders, "Still you never know when emergencies happen...or if I'm ever forced together with others my age while training." That was the most leeway he would give the other boy. He definitely wasn't about to invite him on a hunt of his own free will after all - nothing against the other hybrid since Verosh for the most part simply wasn't accustomed to training outside of his family.

"Someone that...." Faint understanding flickered across his expression, but the boy's antenna laid back, "Good luck. I'll need a blade to train with myself since most apprentices seem a bit lackluster in demonstrations of skill." His gaze lost even more interest with the introduction of the bow, "Then you attack from afar...I feel as if that losses the thrill of battle." Verosh crinkled his nose, "Not that it's unimportant, just not as thrilling to me. I'd rather feel someone pushing right against me than hoping that I have good aim through the trees."

He shrugged, "As it is I'm on a run to try and build up more endurance so...." He trailed off and glanced at Zigaran. What else could be said after all?

Verosh just shot Zigaran a 'really' look and decided to keep his mouth shut on the blondie comments. He'd start calling the other one fish-face or something soon enough, but he was trying to behave. Even if he wasn't the friendliest person ever his mother had taught him long ago that name-calling was beneath any warrior. Blunt truth was always best ....so wouldn't fish face work? Verosh closed his eyes in aggravation. He would not fall to temptation just because someone kept calling him 'blondie'.

His gaze did widen just slightly at the admission from Zigaran, however. "Yeah." He agreed quietly, "I suppose you have a point there." Why should they try as hard? They were naturally accepted whereas having earthling blood made it more challenging, especially if you inherited the short and the weaker genes. Verosh could only hope that he would continue growing in stature like his mother. It would be a shame to be the size of his father after all. Though Verosh doubted he would be that small considering he could already carry his father around with ease and stood inches taller as it was.

Ugh and there was the Blondie comments again. "Look fi-" Nope, nope don't you dare do it. Verosh closed his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "While I appreciate the help it gives during great battles I doubt it's much to train against. I can't really fight hand to hand with you when I have a spear and you have a bow." His antenna flicked, "Not that we were going to train together anyways." He hastily added since he did not want to give the other boy hope, "But I suppose flying could require a weapon like that more than blades at least." He could still imagine a spear on a mount, however, as he was secretly thinking of doing such a feat himself.