Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Taking another swig of water, she settled it on the ground between them for easy access. "Absolutely I do" she replied. "Anyone can, with enough persistence, and you have a good foundation. Why, are you interested?" With a soldier brother Maea expected either fierce interest or rebellious disdain for the kind of dedication it took to reach a certain level. Keeping fit for aesthetics was one thing, and ensuring that any muscle gained was functional another thing entirely.
"Depending on what you want to be able to do, there's a lot of different ways to train. It doesn't have to be boxing or jogging every morning." Taking the chance to stretch, Maea shifted her weight between her legs in search of tender spots. The kind of slow, core building exercises she preferred were pulled more from dance and martial arts than traditional training, and something she'd likely keep up even if she never stood on a battlefield again.
"Depending on what you want to be able to do, there's a lot of different ways to train. It doesn't have to be boxing or jogging every morning." Taking the chance to stretch, Maea shifted her weight between her legs in search of tender spots. The kind of slow, core building exercises she preferred were pulled more from dance and martial arts than traditional training, and something she'd likely keep up even if she never stood on a battlefield again.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
