02-20-2009, 11:54 PM
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Hahah, cool~~ And the blades that she handed her were the plane ones, but she’s going to give her the decorated ones, ^=^
500+
Cwmfen nic Graine watched as Svara accepted the blades that were given to her. And the warrior knew that she had chosen the proper weapon for the girl to wield, for it seemed that the weapon had communicated with the pup—perhaps not in the same way in which the world communicated with the black female, but she felt that the youth had experienced something unique, something that not many other had experienced. And the Tilia saw it in her smile—a thing she knew to be rare for this antagonistic creature. The black female could not help but to smile herself, for she could not help but feel approval for this growing female. Her thoughts went back to when she had first heard a song of war, but she had been far younger than Svara was. The white eyes observed the question in her eyes, but the female was silent. Perhaps she just wanted the girl to have something of her own with which to protect herself.
The red hued girl had watched her carefully, and the older female had approved. If one were to watch carefully, it was equivalent to practicing the technique. It was said that one could master a technique if it was repeated a thousand times and twice more. Watching added onto that count. That was why, at times, the warrior was forced to practice over a still pool or watch carefully her reflection as she practiced upon a frozen lake—but footing was difficult to maintain, and that in itself was a challenge with which to contend. And so, if she could help it, the female would spar with another, for there was nothing like practicing upon a creature that would respond in return. For now, Svara must begin with the basics, and so the warrior had presented to her as her sparring partner the tree. And the tree had been small and dying even before the autumn, so its loss would not be a great one.
As Svara set to work, the Tilia stepped back to watch her technique. All the while, the female was silent, allowing the younger female to explore her body and the way in which the motions would feel right. Occasionally, Cwmfen would, with approval, call out, "Use your shoulder—don’t swing your arm," or remind the young girl, "Don’t forget to breath." But otherwise, she let the sound of the blade fill the silence. The white orbs that watched the small female were pleased, for she had proved to have control of herself. She showed great adherence to her words as she worked, and her diligence was clear. The woad marked female allowed herself to be impressed by this new facet. And so, when the girl had finished and the tree had been felled, the female moved to her side, kneeling.
"You’ve done well," the female remarked, and there was no lie in her words, for she did not waste her time with empty compliments. Placing a hand upon the adolescent’s tired shoulders, the other woad banded fingers gently took the blade from her hands. With the sound of her breathing, the female had understood that the youth was not accustom to the activities of war and defense. But she understood also the energy that had been used to keep herself going, and so Cwmfen was resolved. Rising, she took a step back while saying, "Take up those blades," and indicated to her own that lay embedded in the now fallen tree, pointing their pommels to the snowing heavens. If Svara would accept them, she would have to take them with her own hands, and the blades would then become her own.
Afterwards, the girl could take a drink from the cold brook, and, if she was not too tired, they could have a hand at a few more techniques. Or they could wait for another day.
Hahah, cool~~ And the blades that she handed her were the plane ones, but she’s going to give her the decorated ones, ^=^
500+
Cwmfen nic Graine watched as Svara accepted the blades that were given to her. And the warrior knew that she had chosen the proper weapon for the girl to wield, for it seemed that the weapon had communicated with the pup—perhaps not in the same way in which the world communicated with the black female, but she felt that the youth had experienced something unique, something that not many other had experienced. And the Tilia saw it in her smile—a thing she knew to be rare for this antagonistic creature. The black female could not help but to smile herself, for she could not help but feel approval for this growing female. Her thoughts went back to when she had first heard a song of war, but she had been far younger than Svara was. The white eyes observed the question in her eyes, but the female was silent. Perhaps she just wanted the girl to have something of her own with which to protect herself.
The red hued girl had watched her carefully, and the older female had approved. If one were to watch carefully, it was equivalent to practicing the technique. It was said that one could master a technique if it was repeated a thousand times and twice more. Watching added onto that count. That was why, at times, the warrior was forced to practice over a still pool or watch carefully her reflection as she practiced upon a frozen lake—but footing was difficult to maintain, and that in itself was a challenge with which to contend. And so, if she could help it, the female would spar with another, for there was nothing like practicing upon a creature that would respond in return. For now, Svara must begin with the basics, and so the warrior had presented to her as her sparring partner the tree. And the tree had been small and dying even before the autumn, so its loss would not be a great one.
As Svara set to work, the Tilia stepped back to watch her technique. All the while, the female was silent, allowing the younger female to explore her body and the way in which the motions would feel right. Occasionally, Cwmfen would, with approval, call out, "Use your shoulder—don’t swing your arm," or remind the young girl, "Don’t forget to breath." But otherwise, she let the sound of the blade fill the silence. The white orbs that watched the small female were pleased, for she had proved to have control of herself. She showed great adherence to her words as she worked, and her diligence was clear. The woad marked female allowed herself to be impressed by this new facet. And so, when the girl had finished and the tree had been felled, the female moved to her side, kneeling.
"You’ve done well," the female remarked, and there was no lie in her words, for she did not waste her time with empty compliments. Placing a hand upon the adolescent’s tired shoulders, the other woad banded fingers gently took the blade from her hands. With the sound of her breathing, the female had understood that the youth was not accustom to the activities of war and defense. But she understood also the energy that had been used to keep herself going, and so Cwmfen was resolved. Rising, she took a step back while saying, "Take up those blades," and indicated to her own that lay embedded in the now fallen tree, pointing their pommels to the snowing heavens. If Svara would accept them, she would have to take them with her own hands, and the blades would then become her own.
Afterwards, the girl could take a drink from the cold brook, and, if she was not too tired, they could have a hand at a few more techniques. Or they could wait for another day.