WESSEX
At her request, Wessex exhales audibly and offers the tiniest of smiles. “You don’t have to be perfect the first time. That’s not what I’m looking for.” It’s probably the best explanation Melita will get from her mentor right now, and the kindest response. There are times to push hard and times to take it easy - and this? This is easy. She doesn’t want to scare Melita off quite yet. The warrior reaches out for the staff, moving to take it from her trembling limbs. She tosses her own weapon to the edges of the circle and then follows suit with the redhead’s. “You don’t have to prove yourself to me, Melita. So whatever’s going on in there… “ she points to her trainee’s head with a little circular wag of her finger. “Let it go. All I want is for you to take this seriously. Do your best. And you know I’ll know if you don’t do your best, right?” Of course she does, but there’s no harm in emphasizing the fact.
Wessex wants to smell the sweat dripping off of her when they’re done with their sessions. She wants to hear labored breathing. She wants to see tremors in the body.
They're almost done. Wessex lays down on the ground and motions for Melita to join her. Wordlessly, she lifts her legs into a table top position and then her shoulders up as well. She moves through a series of ab exercises, ending in a held plank. When she finally comes down to her hands, she pushes up into a cobra stretch and looks over at the girl. "Do ab work every day if you don't already." A measured pause. "Any questions?"
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
