Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
“That makes sense,” she nodded, placing more of the comprehension into her mind. Sparring seemed to be much like studying in some regards; but if it was always the same routines and patterns, the laxity grew. Without something new, or a more challenging endeavor, they didn’t grow as soldiers. And she could imagine that didn’t help when fighting, practicing, or defending.
She went through several other movements; the motions slightly more fluid, with only a few entanglements of her own limbs together. She’d tap against his staff and then switch directions, thinking it’d be optimal to practice a kind of flight mode that she found comforting and compelling. “What do you do for warmups?” She eventually asked, once she could funnel her concentration into speaking rather than where to place her hand on the armament.
She went through several other movements; the motions slightly more fluid, with only a few entanglements of her own limbs together. She’d tap against his staff and then switch directions, thinking it’d be optimal to practice a kind of flight mode that she found comforting and compelling. “What do you do for warmups?” She eventually asked, once she could funnel her concentration into speaking rather than where to place her hand on the armament.
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
