daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
Perseverance had been in her blood long before Caido; sent into the Rift to either die or survive, veins pulsing, pervading, with the unfurling essence of persistence. Some, either through circumstance, hardships, tragedies, or triumphs found it along the way. And then some didn’t, succumbing, perishing, under the fold of the world as it consumed, devoured, and swallowed them whole. While this particular moment wasn’t a trial for Samuel, she could see the difficulties, the interims of misery; and hoped this instance could lead him elsewhere – blistering, binding, bestial, or otherwise.
She smirked at his laughter, at the brushing aside of her staff, so she upped the ante. A fast dash, made to go around, behind, attempting to unfurl her one-handed measure against or upon his spine. It was a challenge for her too, not as much power or precision in the movements, but enough of a restriction to make it worthwhile, to see another succeed while she practiced, while they both found, channeled ways, to proceed.
She smirked at his laughter, at the brushing aside of her staff, so she upped the ante. A fast dash, made to go around, behind, attempting to unfurl her one-handed measure against or upon his spine. It was a challenge for her too, not as much power or precision in the movements, but enough of a restriction to make it worthwhile, to see another succeed while she practiced, while they both found, channeled ways, to proceed.
Melita
