running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done
garden before the hour is done
The girl had always loved praise, his words as she drilled the maneuver dragging a slight smirk to her lips. It wasn't that big of a change on her end, a simple tweak of method and focus to detail. But she could see the difference it would make in a fight, and felt satisfied having honed a skill. After such practice was ended he moved on to something else, a new stance and a new thrust.
Once again keen eyes scanned his model, his posture and form, the arm underneath and the arm above. The side view was helpful, and she turned her body in the direction he did but kept her eyes on him. Mimicking his position she held her blade staunchly, thumb rubbing absently against the leather as he exhibited the strike. At some point through his repetitious maneuvering Aisha joined in, pressing the blade forward with a strength but not as much as he had cajoled from his stance.
So she tried again, this time following the pattern of his legs as well, flexing those muscles to add some oomph to her strike.
Once again keen eyes scanned his model, his posture and form, the arm underneath and the arm above. The side view was helpful, and she turned her body in the direction he did but kept her eyes on him. Mimicking his position she held her blade staunchly, thumb rubbing absently against the leather as he exhibited the strike. At some point through his repetitious maneuvering Aisha joined in, pressing the blade forward with a strength but not as much as he had cajoled from his stance.
So she tried again, this time following the pattern of his legs as well, flexing those muscles to add some oomph to her strike.
it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
than it is a question of fun
AISHA
