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 leans back against the wall.

"I like her. She's the only girl that's ever come to talk to me before. It was nice of her."

Even if her questioning had been a little uncomfortable.

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

A light chuckle as Lyrae calmly looked Zera over to make sure she was well now that the little minx had scampered off.

"She is a gregarious child, so I am not surprised that she came and spoke to you."

A cool glance out at the other houses.

"This small village can be rather insular."

[shelley_winters]

"What do you mean?" Zera asks, picking up the sword again with the faintest frown at the ache in her arms.

"Though I suppose I have met very few people..."

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

A fluid gesture as she waved away her concern. Her eyes bearing a calm concern.

"Do not worry, Child."

[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."