Whether it's due to Deimos and Luka's handling of it all or her own distracting melancholy, Soleil is surprised but not suspicious when Deimos offers to spar with her. It's not uncommon for him to do so, with her or a variety of others, but lately her method of training has been beating dummies blind and occasionally tackling Talyson to the ground and wrestling with him in a fit of blind anger. Neither is exactly great when sparring with their Warden.
She shows up a little early, but is far from surprised to see that Deimos has beaten her. Her hand clenches and unclenches, mildly sweaty, around the wrappings of her spear shaft. Diana marches primly at her side, only parting when they've made it to Deimos as if handing Soleil into his care. She moves to the corner and lays down promptly, eyes watchful. Soleil watches her go, swallowing what feels like sand. She hasn't learned how to hide her feelings, but she knows that she has to try, and it leaves her feeling stuck. [say]"Hi. Um, are we doing side-by-side or versus?"[/say] She summons up a smile, and it feels sticky and wrong, which only makes her insides pinch with that same anger she'd felt around Talyson. Sick and unnatural.
She shows up a little early, but is far from surprised to see that Deimos has beaten her. Her hand clenches and unclenches, mildly sweaty, around the wrappings of her spear shaft. Diana marches primly at her side, only parting when they've made it to Deimos as if handing Soleil into his care. She moves to the corner and lays down promptly, eyes watchful. Soleil watches her go, swallowing what feels like sand. She hasn't learned how to hide her feelings, but she knows that she has to try, and it leaves her feeling stuck. [say]"Hi. Um, are we doing side-by-side or versus?"[/say] She summons up a smile, and it feels sticky and wrong, which only makes her insides pinch with that same anger she'd felt around Talyson. Sick and unnatural.
