daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
A walk, closing in on the evening. If Melita were an entirely different person, she might have asked further about the whole subject matter, but since she had done similar (and even number things – like shooting arrows into the evening), she thought nothing of it, as if these were perfectly normal circumstances.
The first inquiry was met with the slightest tilt of her head, and then impish accord across her lips. “Anything. I want to be prepared for danger of any kind.” Because she’d experienced it over and over, in Helovia, in the Rift, even here, never intending to be caught unawares, weak, foolish, or stupid again. While it would undoubtedly occur, happen, in some manner, she still craved the precision to fall back on. Instinct, inherent, muscle memory honed in motions and movements, instead of faltering, flickering, wandering on the sidelines, begging for salvation that wouldn’t come.
This girl wasn’t one to plead anyway.
As far as his assistance, a cheekier inclination wondered if he’d like to be a mobile target, but then that might be too cruel, and Sam had never been to her. If it were Kiada there’d be zero hesitation.
They’d probably already be fighting.
Pursing her lips and wrinkling her nose in thought, she offered a suggestion thereafter. “I can show you some moves, or help you train with a staff. Have you ever used one before?”
The first inquiry was met with the slightest tilt of her head, and then impish accord across her lips. “Anything. I want to be prepared for danger of any kind.” Because she’d experienced it over and over, in Helovia, in the Rift, even here, never intending to be caught unawares, weak, foolish, or stupid again. While it would undoubtedly occur, happen, in some manner, she still craved the precision to fall back on. Instinct, inherent, muscle memory honed in motions and movements, instead of faltering, flickering, wandering on the sidelines, begging for salvation that wouldn’t come.
This girl wasn’t one to plead anyway.
As far as his assistance, a cheekier inclination wondered if he’d like to be a mobile target, but then that might be too cruel, and Sam had never been to her. If it were Kiada there’d be zero hesitation.
They’d probably already be fighting.
Pursing her lips and wrinkling her nose in thought, she offered a suggestion thereafter. “I can show you some moves, or help you train with a staff. Have you ever used one before?”
Melita
