[Satyata]

The boy bowed his head to the woman at the desk, contrition taking hold of his features. He had let his mouth outrun his mind, as his father had always warned him against. He brought his head back up and forced calm to flood over his mind. While he was still sorry for having gone against what he had been taught, the woman's wisdom reminded him greatly of his departed father and he couldn't help but relax a little. At all times the man had offered wise words and thoughts to ponder when one sought answers of him and he could only hope that the same was true of the woman before him.

"You are not wrong... ma'am." He held-back the wince this time, but made a mental note to seek out names and titles. "I do seek to 'expand my knowledge and better live within my own body', if I can use your words." A small frown broke across his lips. "I am sorry for not being more clear in my attempt to get training. I will make sure that proper thoughts will always precede my words from now on." Red spots bloomed on his cheeks, and he turned his head away, pretending to watch the sparring once more. He was embarrassed to have made such a mistake and to have said so many words at once. He knew that he had to be more mature than others his age and that meant that he should keep as many words off his tongue as possible. 'A wise one puts great meaning into few words. He had taken those words -his mother's words- all too serious and hadn't said more than a single uninterrupted sentence to anyone in many months; now he found himself going on like some fool child.

The red on his cheeks only brightened as old thoughts of admonishments past rolled across his mind and he waited for approval or disapproval of the ageless one before him.