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If her dreams were filled with the image of her mother, was it fear that invoked her? The warrior wondered but was silent. Provocation would do nothing here. And she remained silent, for it became quite obvious now that the girl had withdrawn into herself. She spoke openly, and he next subject seemed to be Leroy. A light smile flickered across her maw. So it seemed that the girl was not completely without need of that dog, but she knew that the girl, if anything, had already admitted such a thing to herself. The woman did not mistake herself for being closer to Svara than she was, and the woman, being patient, did not push her limits. The trust would have to grow naturally as all things must. The woad bound ears flickered forward at the sound of the Lilium’s name, and she almost laughed aloud in her quiet way, but not out of mockery. The Lilium caught many women’s attention, for whatever reasons, whether intentionally or not. "He does have that alluring quality," the female agreed quietly. And that was the end of that.
As the girl emerged, holding the staff, the female nodded. "Let’s go." Turning, the female passed from the glade that held her den and into the trees. Her pace was easy with each graceful movement, and she was careful to be silent. The warrior usually did tread silently, but this time she took extra care to relinquish not even a whisper of her passing. If the girl was going to learn these defenses, she would be beyond sight. But she would have to have more than simply sound. Scent was just as important, as was feel. She would force the girl to follow her with just those things: scent and feel. A scent trail was not something one could hide easily, and the movement of air, as subtle as it could be, could tell more than sight ever could. The warrior had trained herself to know these things, to learn and recognize the implications of such changes. As a warrior, she trained with sight and without, at times utilizing blindfolds as she fought her imaginary enemies. This was often for balance and muscle memory, but she had learned to understand all aspects of the world. However, as the girl had said, she could never understand this aspect as acutely as the girl now could. The black fae did not expect her to be perfect, especially now. But with time, she could come as near to perfection as she ever could.
When she reached the field surrounded by the trees, she turned about, holding her staff loosely in her hands with ease. The space was wide and ideal for such practices, which was why the female had chosen this particular location. But, because it was level with only the occasional root and stone, it was a safe place for the red hued wolf to fall and pick herself up. The woad marked fae stood erect as she waited and called with a strong but quiet melody, "The bo—the staff—is a weapon that can be very powerful. For one who knows how to use it, it can be as good as a sword." She paused for a moment before continuing. "If you ever think that you will need to come up against such a weapon, I can forge a bo out of the human metals for you, but that will be seen in time." While a bo could be hard enough to deflect a sword’s strike with only a slight knock, such a thing could not be eternal. A metallic one would serve such purposes better, but it would be heavier—there was no way around that. "Test the weight and balance of the bo in your hands, become familiar with it." Intimacy with one’ weapon was crucial. Only then would the warrior begin to teach her the techniques.
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