Post by Terrestrial on Apr 10, 2011 19:34:49 GMT -5
Descending Fire 18,
*while Russet Summer went through her paces, Qata watched with a scrutinizing eye. The girl felt that she had mastered the style, and her graceful, sure movements were testament to the hours of rigorous training her body had gone through. All it took was a challenge and that girl took it head on, determined to show Qata that she wasn't just a pretty princess. If she ever slacked, Qata would tell her she simply couldn't have expected more from such a delicate maiden. After all, princesses were meant to stay inside and make babies. The memory of Russet Summer's outrage and furious training after that made Qata smile. Russet Summer was a good girl, definitely her best student so far. Her progress had been amazing, despite her occasional sneaking off to see her boyfriend. They were young, but good for each other.
Even that hair, those long vibrant tresses that reached the ground, the girl took good, rigorous care of it. She was sure that her concerned caretaker helped out with it, given its length, but Russet Summer had done an incredible amount on growing up in the last few months, and it showed. Once her pupil was finished with her demonstration, Qata sighed internally, not wanting to have to give the bad news*
Russet Summer, you did well, but you still have work to do. When it comes to your sword-work it gets sloppy, and I can tell that while your movements are graceful, when you get up to speed you lose the artful edge necessary for this style. I will not be graduating you today, but know that you are doing well, and if you work hard that day will come. Now, let's get back to work and see if you can keep up!
*Qata remained in a mundane position, flicking her fingers at her pupil to come at her despite her unready look*
*while she concentrated on getting the movements just right, her muscles flowing from one motion to the next by memory, her focus shifted for a moment to her mentor's face. She always wore such an unreadable expression, and right now she really wanted to know what was going on. She rarely said anything personal, and Russet Summer knew almost nothing about her, yet Master Qata was like the mother she never had. Somehow she could tell that her mentor wasn't being harsh when she gave criticism, and when she was up every morning before dawn to start her workouts, somehow Master Qata was always already there, waiting to help her. When she finished her demonstration, she waited expectantly for the verdict. Her stomach grew butterflies and she forced herself not to bite her lip. It had taken awhile for her muscles not to scream every morning when she woke up, and she hated the dismissive way Master Qata called her a princess when she wanted to quit, but she had worked really hard and she deserved to come out of this on top.
She had plans now, a passionate desire she never had when she was being groomed to be another family diplomat. The whole thing about running away to find Mild Magma had been the first spontaneous thing she had done to rebel against her uncaring parents. If Mewa hadn't gone with her, and helped her steal the cart and her clothes, who knows what would have happened? Now the poor woman was stuck here with much less than she had back home. Russet Summer wanted to be a woman worthy of that love and loyalty, worthy of the man Mild Magma would become, and she wanted to be worthy of her blood, the gifts the Dragons had given to her. This path of martial arts was so hard, and she had broken nails and was always sweaty and dirty and her hair was always a mess. She was always totally embarrassed when Mild Magma would come for a surprise visit and she was a total smelly disaster.
And now that the hammer had come down, and she realized that there would be more months of this hardship, she sighed, an expression of resignation on her face. She fell into step and gave a half-hearted swipe at her mentor while she sorted out her feelings*
What's the matter, Princess Summer, thought that Mild Magma wanted a half-trained breeder for a wife? I saw the way he watched you when you weren't looking. But, if you want to give up and see if he will take you anyway, go ahead. And here I was just starting to wonder if you really weren't a quitter after all. No blaze and all sputter, I could blow you out, little girl
*such words! A look of shock hit Russet Summer's face and she lashed out, filled with anger and indignation at being called a quitter. How dare she think so lowly of her! Her body moving almost on its own, the Dynast-born Dragon Blooded snapped out quick, fiery attacks at her mentor, determination blazing out into her aura as her anima caught on fire and she rode the glorious flames of elation as her muscles sang with every moment she gave it her all*
I'm no princess! Don't underestimate this Daughter of Hesiesh!
*Qata smiled in her victory as Russet Summer joined the fight. Whatever turmoil was going on inside that girl she would work out of her. That girl would be someone someday. Until then, she would be there, kicking her ass the whole way*
*while Russet Summer went through her paces, Qata watched with a scrutinizing eye. The girl felt that she had mastered the style, and her graceful, sure movements were testament to the hours of rigorous training her body had gone through. All it took was a challenge and that girl took it head on, determined to show Qata that she wasn't just a pretty princess. If she ever slacked, Qata would tell her she simply couldn't have expected more from such a delicate maiden. After all, princesses were meant to stay inside and make babies. The memory of Russet Summer's outrage and furious training after that made Qata smile. Russet Summer was a good girl, definitely her best student so far. Her progress had been amazing, despite her occasional sneaking off to see her boyfriend. They were young, but good for each other.
Even that hair, those long vibrant tresses that reached the ground, the girl took good, rigorous care of it. She was sure that her concerned caretaker helped out with it, given its length, but Russet Summer had done an incredible amount on growing up in the last few months, and it showed. Once her pupil was finished with her demonstration, Qata sighed internally, not wanting to have to give the bad news*
Russet Summer, you did well, but you still have work to do. When it comes to your sword-work it gets sloppy, and I can tell that while your movements are graceful, when you get up to speed you lose the artful edge necessary for this style. I will not be graduating you today, but know that you are doing well, and if you work hard that day will come. Now, let's get back to work and see if you can keep up!
*Qata remained in a mundane position, flicking her fingers at her pupil to come at her despite her unready look*
*while she concentrated on getting the movements just right, her muscles flowing from one motion to the next by memory, her focus shifted for a moment to her mentor's face. She always wore such an unreadable expression, and right now she really wanted to know what was going on. She rarely said anything personal, and Russet Summer knew almost nothing about her, yet Master Qata was like the mother she never had. Somehow she could tell that her mentor wasn't being harsh when she gave criticism, and when she was up every morning before dawn to start her workouts, somehow Master Qata was always already there, waiting to help her. When she finished her demonstration, she waited expectantly for the verdict. Her stomach grew butterflies and she forced herself not to bite her lip. It had taken awhile for her muscles not to scream every morning when she woke up, and she hated the dismissive way Master Qata called her a princess when she wanted to quit, but she had worked really hard and she deserved to come out of this on top.
She had plans now, a passionate desire she never had when she was being groomed to be another family diplomat. The whole thing about running away to find Mild Magma had been the first spontaneous thing she had done to rebel against her uncaring parents. If Mewa hadn't gone with her, and helped her steal the cart and her clothes, who knows what would have happened? Now the poor woman was stuck here with much less than she had back home. Russet Summer wanted to be a woman worthy of that love and loyalty, worthy of the man Mild Magma would become, and she wanted to be worthy of her blood, the gifts the Dragons had given to her. This path of martial arts was so hard, and she had broken nails and was always sweaty and dirty and her hair was always a mess. She was always totally embarrassed when Mild Magma would come for a surprise visit and she was a total smelly disaster.
And now that the hammer had come down, and she realized that there would be more months of this hardship, she sighed, an expression of resignation on her face. She fell into step and gave a half-hearted swipe at her mentor while she sorted out her feelings*
What's the matter, Princess Summer, thought that Mild Magma wanted a half-trained breeder for a wife? I saw the way he watched you when you weren't looking. But, if you want to give up and see if he will take you anyway, go ahead. And here I was just starting to wonder if you really weren't a quitter after all. No blaze and all sputter, I could blow you out, little girl
*such words! A look of shock hit Russet Summer's face and she lashed out, filled with anger and indignation at being called a quitter. How dare she think so lowly of her! Her body moving almost on its own, the Dynast-born Dragon Blooded snapped out quick, fiery attacks at her mentor, determination blazing out into her aura as her anima caught on fire and she rode the glorious flames of elation as her muscles sang with every moment she gave it her all*
I'm no princess! Don't underestimate this Daughter of Hesiesh!
*Qata smiled in her victory as Russet Summer joined the fight. Whatever turmoil was going on inside that girl she would work out of her. That girl would be someone someday. Until then, she would be there, kicking her ass the whole way*