I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve pulls a leather cord from her wrist, using it to tie up her hair as she approaches the bags. She stretches out her muscles, rotating her wrists a few times before shifting into the same stance as before, "Okay, got it." Maeve's brows knit together and she makes sure that her thumb isn't tucked beneath her fingers, keeping her wrist straight as well as her elbows tight against her sides. She tries a few jabs with her right hand, quick and light as she shifts her footing before trying with her left hand next. It isn't as strong, but it still hits straight, making the bag sway slightly as Sunjata braces it for her.
Sweat begins to bead on her brow, making her hair stick to her temples and the nape of her neck as her skin flushes pink from exertion. Maeve shifts back and forth, trying to work out each side equally.
Sweat begins to bead on her brow, making her hair stick to her temples and the nape of her neck as her skin flushes pink from exertion. Maeve shifts back and forth, trying to work out each side equally.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
