Quanil could bask in praise from Provost Silversmith forever, like a lazy cat in a sunbeam. They listened carefully, did everything they were told to, watched avidly. It was a lot of input all at once, and their mind was having trouble keeping up with it all.
They watched the provost take up his stance, eyes flitting to each new motion, to the way he seemed to just... rest into the position almost, like it was how he was meant to be standing. And Quanil was just about to comment on that when the strike came.
They raised their hands - and the staff in it - almost instinctively, which might've been much more impressive if they hadn't also ducked their head down in the same reflex. Their shoulders were up around their ears like this, so it wasn't terribly heroic looking, but all they'd thought of was not getting bonked on the skull. They also definitely weren't on their toes anymore: they needed their feet full on the ground to provide stability.
They watched the provost take up his stance, eyes flitting to each new motion, to the way he seemed to just... rest into the position almost, like it was how he was meant to be standing. And Quanil was just about to comment on that when the strike came.
They raised their hands - and the staff in it - almost instinctively, which might've been much more impressive if they hadn't also ducked their head down in the same reflex. Their shoulders were up around their ears like this, so it wasn't terribly heroic looking, but all they'd thought of was not getting bonked on the skull. They also definitely weren't on their toes anymore: they needed their feet full on the ground to provide stability.
