PHOEBE
Besides her flexibility, Harper could also count on Phoebe to be a good student. She always had been, and now would be no different, even though the subject matter was completely uncharted territory. She listened carefully and tried to tuck all the information away for later (because you could bet she was going to write notes), while studying his motions. The blonde bit at her lower lip, trying to break down the movement as he guided her through it, repeating it once more slowly to make sure she had the positions correct.
Then, with a little more speed, she struck. She shoved her weight forward into her right hand, kicking at his knee. But sloppy was probably the best way to describe her attempt. And pretty weak to be honest. No doubt she was fast but that was about all she had going for her.
Then, with a little more speed, she struck. She shoved her weight forward into her right hand, kicking at his knee. But sloppy was probably the best way to describe her attempt. And pretty weak to be honest. No doubt she was fast but that was about all she had going for her.
Honeybee, your soul is golden
