[ She lets him keep going and she - well, wished she could divest herself of these clothes to sparr him earnestly. He is good, not when blades perhaps, but with just his bare hands it would plenty interesting for both of them. He would be stronger, naturally, but she would be faster - and they could see whose knees went out from under them first.
Especially with how careful he is. How meticulous he goes again and again - ten years with it and he'd be something magnificent. Did they wait so long now? Well, he certainly acquitted himself decently, whoever had trained him and whenever he had started. Gave him the important kind of habits that served now just as much.
She gives him a nod, and a smile brief and light even if it's a little too tired even now, even when she's more comfortable ( or as comfortable as she can be ), but it's important to encourage. Praise comes easy for good work at least. ]
Well done.
[ The next part, at least, she can take off the shoes for. The plain brown slippers, the same brocade pattern as her dress. Stretching out on bare feet in the way she had begun her training, and make it easier to show him as she lifts up the edge of the robes. Gathering material slowly in her fingers.
There, just below her toes, are just what she warned him of: faint white lines where she'd dropped her own blades just the same. Balancing her weight briefly as she stepped toward him and slipped into the same stance as him in front of him. ]
I presume you at least dance, Washington?
[ Natural assumptions, really, any decent warrior knew how to move his feet at the most basic level. ]
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Especially with how careful he is. How meticulous he goes again and again - ten years with it and he'd be something magnificent. Did they wait so long now? Well, he certainly acquitted himself decently, whoever had trained him and whenever he had started. Gave him the important kind of habits that served now just as much.
She gives him a nod, and a smile brief and light even if it's a little too tired even now, even when she's more comfortable ( or as comfortable as she can be ), but it's important to encourage. Praise comes easy for good work at least. ]
Well done.
[ The next part, at least, she can take off the shoes for. The plain brown slippers, the same brocade pattern as her dress. Stretching out on bare feet in the way she had begun her training, and make it easier to show him as she lifts up the edge of the robes. Gathering material slowly in her fingers.
There, just below her toes, are just what she warned him of: faint white lines where she'd dropped her own blades just the same. Balancing her weight briefly as she stepped toward him and slipped into the same stance as him in front of him. ]
I presume you at least dance, Washington?
[ Natural assumptions, really, any decent warrior knew how to move his feet at the most basic level. ]