WESSEX
She recognizes the will to survive in Melita. It’s the same dogheaded determination that rises in Caidonites when they’re faced with overused soil and weak farm animals. It’s the settling in for a painful uphill climb and the eagerness to beat herself up in order to get better. It’s the way she enthusiastically greets Wessex, even when every interaction brings the potential for chastisement and disappointment. The older woman can’t ignore something like that, so she agrees to train the girl. I’m ready! calls out to her, following the noise of her arrival. Wessex smiles to herself and continues the tail end of her examination of the ground. “Are you?” she replies, smelling that the girl is warm, her blood is pumping, but she may not have calmed down enough yet to focus.
“Stand on one leg until I’m done. If you step down, you have to do ten pushups.” Both strength and balance are essential for a strong fighter, and Wessex was keen to see where Melita stood on both. As for the sagacity and wisdom she was about to receive, well... maybe reserve that judgement for later, yeah?
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
