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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Sitting on the wall nearby is a young girl in a simple, green dress. Hazel eyes and a faint smile around a mouth lined with laughing greet her. The girl watched Zera with the same mixture of curiosity and suspicion that most others in the village did.

A furtive glance back to where a few of her friends stood across the village green, before returning her attention to Zera.