daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
“Sure!” Obliging immediately, gesturing forward and removing her hand from behind her back to display the move to Samuel. A bright, sundry smile followed, genuine, without artifice, excited to assist, help, and better her own defensive measures. “You’re going to try and hit me!” A better thought might’ve been a target, but based on the Ascended’s lack of sagacity and experience, she wasn’t terrible worried about being struck with a stick.
“First, hold your hands like so,” and she brought her staff forward, in front of her, both hands gripping the beloved armament, almost like breaking it into three equal pieces. “Then bring it over your shoulder, and get into a stance.” She displayed both, well-worn and adjusted into the machinations and manifestations, following her own directions, expecting him to do the same. “Now, when you move forward to hit something, bring this leg with it,” and she chose her right, sending the staff downward through air, intending to maul, maim, and brutalize whatever stood in her path.
She assembled herself back into formation, the promised hand behind her back, aligned with her spine, calloused grasp in tune with the weight of her weapon. Prepared, fervent, embracing the challenge, the whims of her smile meandered into an impish grin. “Okay, you try!”
“First, hold your hands like so,” and she brought her staff forward, in front of her, both hands gripping the beloved armament, almost like breaking it into three equal pieces. “Then bring it over your shoulder, and get into a stance.” She displayed both, well-worn and adjusted into the machinations and manifestations, following her own directions, expecting him to do the same. “Now, when you move forward to hit something, bring this leg with it,” and she chose her right, sending the staff downward through air, intending to maul, maim, and brutalize whatever stood in her path.
She assembled herself back into formation, the promised hand behind her back, aligned with her spine, calloused grasp in tune with the weight of her weapon. Prepared, fervent, embracing the challenge, the whims of her smile meandered into an impish grin. “Okay, you try!”
Melita
