Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
Glad she wasn’t being mocked or ridiculed, not that she’d ever expect it from Zavien, Lena tried to take on the role of learner, rather than tutor. It turned out that her stance had actually been horrendous, based on how much the Accepted had to inform, and her cheeks remained a solid crimson as she tried to focus on all the steps, positioning, and watch his modeling.
A natural weaponry student she was not, but the Caretaker tried. Swallowing down the frustrations threatening to bubble up, and more than likely embarrassment, she strived to initiate adjustments where they were necessary; legs shoulder width, not entirely straight, shifting her stronger leg to the back. “Like this?” Not a perfectionist by nature, for she’d learned from many a mistake, she unfurled a long, slow breath, and strived to relax into something she knew and understood – that everyone had to start somewhere, even if it seemed like a very long climb.
And it turned out her hold had also been abysmal – and she allowed her hands to be adjusted on the armament. “That does feel better,” she admitted with a slight grin; and it made more sense, to hold it that way.
Giving it a try, however, seemed all the more daunting; afraid to maneuver out of the position lest she never find her way back again. “Okay,” she nodded, as if it was something remotely feasible, and swung. It hit the edge of the target's base with a very light tap, and she grinned, inhibitions momentarily forgotten for the small moment, raising her hands and weapon up in the air as if she'd secured a great victory. "I did it!"
A natural weaponry student she was not, but the Caretaker tried. Swallowing down the frustrations threatening to bubble up, and more than likely embarrassment, she strived to initiate adjustments where they were necessary; legs shoulder width, not entirely straight, shifting her stronger leg to the back. “Like this?” Not a perfectionist by nature, for she’d learned from many a mistake, she unfurled a long, slow breath, and strived to relax into something she knew and understood – that everyone had to start somewhere, even if it seemed like a very long climb.
And it turned out her hold had also been abysmal – and she allowed her hands to be adjusted on the armament. “That does feel better,” she admitted with a slight grin; and it made more sense, to hold it that way.
Giving it a try, however, seemed all the more daunting; afraid to maneuver out of the position lest she never find her way back again. “Okay,” she nodded, as if it was something remotely feasible, and swung. It hit the edge of the target's base with a very light tap, and she grinned, inhibitions momentarily forgotten for the small moment, raising her hands and weapon up in the air as if she'd secured a great victory. "I did it!"
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
