Nodding, Arialla took one hand off of the palm frond, trying to copy Wessex's grip as closely as she could. She wasn't sure what to do with her other hand for now, so she let it hang at her side, adjusting her arm's position a couple times to try to find a comfortable way to hold it. Now that she was thinking about it, she felt strangely conscious of her free arm ... Shaking her head, she tried to focus. Surely she should be more concerned about where her weapon went than her empty hand.
Arialla was hardly surprised when Wessex knocked aside her attack with ease -- she hadn't expected to be able to hit the Wraith. She offered some resistance as Wessex pushed the frond down, but didn't go all-out trying to stop her -- she imagined that whatever Wessex meant to demonstrate with the movement would probably be part of the lesson. Of course, Arialla probably couldn't have stopped Wessex even if she had really tried, but for now, she didn't want to break the palm fronds, either.
please don't take my sunshine away
