daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
Well, there, something else besides fear managed to cross Sam’s features. Based on her latest information from Nate, she wasn’t certain how she felt about the Ascended overall (there was something like vitriol, rancor, and pity scrambled, rumbled, curled around), and she certainly didn’t consider him a threat – but there were subtle moments where she would’ve liked her staff to hit, bolster a little wound, a little harm, a little rebuttal for all the ministrations echoing around them.
But he blocked again instead – and her eyes narrowed as he attempted to whip back towards her. Despite the one arm behind her back, the youth moved efficiently, dodging the trial of armaments off to the left, swift, tactical maneuvers reminiscent of muscle memory. Melita could feel the stick maneuver near her legs, but they were whiffs of air, curled plumes and empty fragments. Maybe there’d come a day when some of these efforts would be real.
Her grin, borne entirely of mischief and the previous rampage, remained ignited and alight as she shifted her arm back to her side, shaking off some of the stiffened feeling. “There, I think we’ve done enough for today.” It would certainly give ample amounts for Samuel to work on, if he wanted to continue improving his efforts. The youth hoisted her staff over her shoulder, considering him for a second. “Let me know if you want to learn anything else sometime.” And if he became a target for her bow, daggers, or other weaponry, no one would be the wiser – still pondering how best to gauge, react. “See you around.” And with a wave, she and Fangorn were off, down the shore.
{FIN}
But he blocked again instead – and her eyes narrowed as he attempted to whip back towards her. Despite the one arm behind her back, the youth moved efficiently, dodging the trial of armaments off to the left, swift, tactical maneuvers reminiscent of muscle memory. Melita could feel the stick maneuver near her legs, but they were whiffs of air, curled plumes and empty fragments. Maybe there’d come a day when some of these efforts would be real.
Her grin, borne entirely of mischief and the previous rampage, remained ignited and alight as she shifted her arm back to her side, shaking off some of the stiffened feeling. “There, I think we’ve done enough for today.” It would certainly give ample amounts for Samuel to work on, if he wanted to continue improving his efforts. The youth hoisted her staff over her shoulder, considering him for a second. “Let me know if you want to learn anything else sometime.” And if he became a target for her bow, daggers, or other weaponry, no one would be the wiser – still pondering how best to gauge, react. “See you around.” And with a wave, she and Fangorn were off, down the shore.
{FIN}
Melita
