It was getting on in the season. Most of the crops had been harvested or were about to be, and Quanil looked out over the fields. It felt like forever since they'd been back here.
They slung their pack off and began stretching. "I really appreciate your doing this, Miss Melita. Thank you so much!" They'd been practicing the way the provost had taught them but it had been a little bit since they'd been able to actually use the staff.
"Provost Silversmith taught me... well, the very basics. How to hold it, some basic footwork," they went through the pattern they'd been taught. "But they said you'd be able to teach me much better." So humble, so modest!
They slung their pack off and began stretching. "I really appreciate your doing this, Miss Melita. Thank you so much!" They'd been practicing the way the provost had taught them but it had been a little bit since they'd been able to actually use the staff.
"Provost Silversmith taught me... well, the very basics. How to hold it, some basic footwork," they went through the pattern they'd been taught. "But they said you'd be able to teach me much better." So humble, so modest!