[o] [Training] a green feeling

Zavien

Satisfied that Lena was starting to understand better, Zavien kept things moving as they talked. "It's a combination of forms from over the years. I use my sword like a choreographed dance, similar to what we're doing now. It usually takes about an hour." It was much longer than most of the others spent on their warmups, but the habit had formed after years of training alone. If he didn't break a sweat before sparring, he obviously hadn't done enough to bring up his body heat or loosen his muscles. Smiling, he moved into the next step of their shared dance of staffs. "Maybe I'll show you some day."

Their weapons smacked together again as he continued to assess the Caretaker's movements and positioning. He nodded approvingly, granting her a familiar supporting smile. "You're really getting the hang of things. How are you feeling about it?" Because as much as she may look more confident, it also mattered whether she felt more assured in the process.

I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.