running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done
garden before the hour is done
The first bit of instruction came before she attacked again, a simple phrase she'd heard many times. An important one none the less, and she nodded before she charged at her foe, strength or determination untempered by her fault. Unfortunately the feint was not to be, he saw it coming and steel met steel once more. She braced herself for his retaliation, and when none came she paused, glancing up at his in slight confusion.
Then came the lesson, the correction, and while she normally hated being told what to do she felt no such reluctance to follow his advice. He was the general, a vigilant hound and clearly a formidable warrior, she would quell her pacing urge to continue in favor of learning while she could. Chest rising and falling , she gave a slack nod at his counsel, allowing him to demonstrate. Eager eyes followed the tip and edge of his weapon, imagining the follow through into her chest.
Try again, and she would with pleasure, the woman placed her sword along his in the way he'd demonstrated, and with a more fluid and small movement thrust it forward, attempting the feint as he did.
Then came the lesson, the correction, and while she normally hated being told what to do she felt no such reluctance to follow his advice. He was the general, a vigilant hound and clearly a formidable warrior, she would quell her pacing urge to continue in favor of learning while she could. Chest rising and falling , she gave a slack nod at his counsel, allowing him to demonstrate. Eager eyes followed the tip and edge of his weapon, imagining the follow through into her chest.
Try again, and she would with pleasure, the woman placed her sword along his in the way he'd demonstrated, and with a more fluid and small movement thrust it forward, attempting the feint as he did.
it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
than it is a question of fun
AISHA
