Training Montage?

[twiststheblade]

Outside by the lake, barefoot, gritty soil between her toes. She barely notices, except in a vague way, noting that the traction is good. Eyes closed. Each movement gradual, controlled. Graceful, almost balletic. The total muscle control moving so slowly and yet precisely requires would only be appreciated by a few.

With each iteration she speeds up. Faster and faster each time, until her form is blurred.

There is only one set of footprints.

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[the_lioness]

The sword is nothing fancy, but Alanna is a stickler for good balance. She tilts her head and smiles, nodding with approval as she hefts her own sword.

Assuming the guard stance, "shall we?"

[twiststheblade]

"We shall."

Miho bows once more, deeper this time, and takes up her own stance. Loose, relaxed, perfectly poised.

And proceeds to try Alanna's skill and, the balance of the sword.

She finds herself greatly enamoured of both.

(OOC: and wrap?)