Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia perked up at the arrival of the other woman. She had dark hair and a bright, very blue gaze that was a stark contrast to the muted colors of the Slagveld. Aurelia simply watched as she was greeted, too winded to say anything. Instead, she gave a curt nod of her head and wave of her hand. "Aurelia," was all she could offer in that moment.
Once her breath was caught, she grabbed a towel she'd set nearby and used it to wipe off her sweat. Setting it back down, by the time she turned back to the training area, Ray was already after one of the other punching bags. Crossing her arms over her chest, Aurelia loitered nearby, observing. She'd tilt her head a few times at the girl's unique form, the way she struck with controlled force.
Stepping forward, Aurelia peered at Ray curiously. "You have good form," she commented, meaning it as she eyed her stance, "Who taught you how to fight?"
Once her breath was caught, she grabbed a towel she'd set nearby and used it to wipe off her sweat. Setting it back down, by the time she turned back to the training area, Ray was already after one of the other punching bags. Crossing her arms over her chest, Aurelia loitered nearby, observing. She'd tilt her head a few times at the girl's unique form, the way she struck with controlled force.
Stepping forward, Aurelia peered at Ray curiously. "You have good form," she commented, meaning it as she eyed her stance, "Who taught you how to fight?"
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
