Alys felt herself relax when Deimos said he had time, shooting him a tired smile... which quickly slid from her face when he bade her to show him what she knew. "... uh..." she said dumbly, staring at the training dummy. She came from a family of merchants, and had spent her last year as a seer. There was no part of her that felt prepared to demonstrate anything other than the skills he'd already taught her - and that wasn't what she was here to learn.
Gods, this was laughable. Maybe she should have asked Tal for help instead. But no - she hadn't been able to bring herself to land a solid hit on him last season, and she doubted she'd be able to do so now. Nor was she sure that he'd be able to help her without pulling his punches. And that wasn't going to do either of them any favors. At least Deimos wouldn't take it easy on her.
She vaguely remembered a conversation with her father in her childhood where he'd explained how to make a fist. She couldn't remember the context of the instructions, but she held up a hand, curling her fingers in, thumb held outside of the fist to avoid breaking it on impact. "I can make a fist?"
Gods, this was laughable. Maybe she should have asked Tal for help instead. But no - she hadn't been able to bring herself to land a solid hit on him last season, and she doubted she'd be able to do so now. Nor was she sure that he'd be able to help her without pulling his punches. And that wasn't going to do either of them any favors. At least Deimos wouldn't take it easy on her.
She vaguely remembered a conversation with her father in her childhood where he'd explained how to make a fist. She couldn't remember the context of the instructions, but she held up a hand, curling her fingers in, thumb held outside of the fist to avoid breaking it on impact. "I can make a fist?"
ALYS GLASSE
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
