you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Deimos already largely regretted the peryton in general, but as his eyes flicked back and forth to watch the spinning, unfurling mass of carnivorous deer, he grimaced. “Maybe he will just crash and burn.” A bit like an infant – could take a nap along the warm stones and they wouldn’t be bothered for several hours.
His gaze slid back to her on the double-entendre, uncertain how many sighs he’d be permitted to unleash in a day. The Sword settled for a wink in return and a sharp smirk, but then launched into nothing more than his instructor disposition again. “You need to think about actions simultaneously – kicking, and your arms. Both movements will provide power for going through the water.” Glancing at the fringes again, he offered her a brief respite. “You can hang onto the edges, or try it without.”
Another demonstration ensued, starting the process over in front of her, toes pointed, his kicks starting from hips, straight during the upbeat and slightly bent on the downbeat, purposeful as he accelerated across the springs. At the same time, his hands entered the water in line with his shoulder, elbow bent, straightening out as he broke the surface, stretching muscles and limbs forward. The action persisted and continued between alternating arms, slowed down slightly so she’d be able to see it, with hardly a splash at all.
Then he stopped, without a cramp (ha), tugging his locks back into their bun. “Your turn.”
His gaze slid back to her on the double-entendre, uncertain how many sighs he’d be permitted to unleash in a day. The Sword settled for a wink in return and a sharp smirk, but then launched into nothing more than his instructor disposition again. “You need to think about actions simultaneously – kicking, and your arms. Both movements will provide power for going through the water.” Glancing at the fringes again, he offered her a brief respite. “You can hang onto the edges, or try it without.”
Another demonstration ensued, starting the process over in front of her, toes pointed, his kicks starting from hips, straight during the upbeat and slightly bent on the downbeat, purposeful as he accelerated across the springs. At the same time, his hands entered the water in line with his shoulder, elbow bent, straightening out as he broke the surface, stretching muscles and limbs forward. The action persisted and continued between alternating arms, slowed down slightly so she’d be able to see it, with hardly a splash at all.
Then he stopped, without a cramp (ha), tugging his locks back into their bun. “Your turn.”
DEIMOS
