Practice makes perfect, or does it?

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan keeps himself warm running in circle and occasionally providing a shadow opponent for some of Ysalwen's sword-work. Usually when she is practicing counters.

But right now she's got a book propped open on a rock in front of her, frowning and biting her lip as she moves her wrist like that, keeps her feet set like that, and with her weight on her feet like this --

"Mmmph. No, that wasn't right. Not stable enough. Liranan, bark if my weight is too far over my knee again, thank you."

And back to it she goes.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

"I regret that the fight was ever necessary," he says, quiet and very sincere, "but I can think of no greater honor than to have been a part of it."

[freedom_is_grey]

She takes a breath, quick and soft.

"I have yet to meet anyone here where that fight wasn't necessary, to one degree or another. It's -- well. I'm grateful we're none of us alone, but -- I almost wish we could be? To think that what we face is an aberration and not so common a thing."