Niane Tesmani

[shelley_winters]

Moving slowly and deliberately. Eyes where her opponent's would be.

The sword feels heavy in her hands, dragging, making her arms ache even though it is only for practise, but she holds it stubbornly raised.

Move one, two, three. No rush. It's a temptation to go faster, but that's unnecessary. Accuracy is.

The girl called Zera finishes her move and attempts to hold it, though her aching arms make the blade shake. Good enough.

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[shelley_winters]

Zera looks down, still brushing the dirt from the wall off her skirts.

"...All right, then."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

A small, maternal smile. Despite looking nearly the same age as Zera, Lyrae Addam had the warm touch of a mother when she wanted.

"You have been working hard, why don't we go inside and you have a cup of juice, and perhaps, some soup?"

A pause.

"It is almost time for lunch regardless."

[shelley_winters]

Zera smiles gratefully, lifting the sword to carry it over one shoulder.

"That would be very nice."