[ She’s noticed in these past few months of them training together, that he tends to like high places: perches where he might either sit and rest, or ledges onto which he might grapple with his warp to hang from his sword. For this instance, he’s chosen a good vantage point. Beyond them is the quiet afternoon of the temple grounds below, the priests preparing for the day’s end; further out is the city, the barrier...
She looks at his back when he speaks, and then after a moment, she joins him sitting at the edge, close enough to reach for his hand. A few stories high upon the building like this, the breeze rustles through their hair. ]
Yes...?
[ Each time they train, he’s been making great strides. She wonders if there is something else on his mind. ]
no subject
She looks at his back when he speaks, and then after a moment, she joins him sitting at the edge, close enough to reach for his hand. A few stories high upon the building like this, the breeze rustles through their hair. ]
Yes...?
[ Each time they train, he’s been making great strides. She wonders if there is something else on his mind. ]