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[Heart]

It was a cool, fair evening. The breeze was gentle and inviting, and almost had an energizing air to it. With her chores and other such things complete, Winter found herself wandering into the more empty places of the Weyrbowl. She felt the need to meet up with Reesove and see how he was doing, but then again, she needed some thinking time. She could have went to bed early, since sleep was becoming a stranger to her. If one looked closely enough, they could see the hint of shadows under her eyes. It wasn't like she was staying up on purpose...she had just nightmares. About the past, about...the Hatching. Over and over again she saw those dead hatchlings, and the thought that always came with it; what if one of them had been meant for her? Once again she felt that near electrical surge to her heart, making it thud painfully for a few moments. She was trying to get over it, to move on, but something wasn't letting her.

Alone in her own world at this end of the Weyrbowl, she gripped the long, smooth stick she had fashioned in the time she could not sleep. It was nowhere near being as good as a sword, but she doubted she'd be allowed to run around with one. But through most of her previous life, she had. Winter closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, imaging it spreading throughout her body. While one could take a good jog around the Weyrbowl to feel satisfied, she needed more than that. She needed to keep in practice. Taking a few controlled, relaxed slashes, she opened her eyes. She really should have sought out Reesove to practice with him, but this would be good for her. Some personal thinking time....if she didn't think too much.

The way she moved and 'fought' was like some kind of dance. She was relaxed about it, since there was no one to currently spar with. She wasn't even sure that was allowed here. But there was no doubt, she had a talent. In her mind's eye, she could suddenly remember her father. It was like he was standing right in front of her, encouraging her, giving her that teasing grin of 'come on, you can do better! You fight like a girl!'. She paused, blinking, and the image faded. The sudden onslaught of emotions startled her so badly that she swished in frustration out at the air before running a hand through her long hair.

Sharditall! Now she was thinking too much....

[Eskerne]

It had simply been one of those nights for E’vrik. It was a night where his mind didn’t want to settle as neatly as it normally did, and where he felt himself remembering the heat of the fire upon his back, and feeling the echo of the dragon’s scream between his thighs. It was not a beautiful night. He didn’t want to remember the faces. He didn’t want to remember the feeling. Instead, he only wanted to focus on the here and the now. The here and not was more difficult to concentrate on than he would have thought… His mind had already moved on from the hatching. It was in the past, and he could move past it despite the anger that he had felt. Yet, for all his efforts, he couldn’t forget his first encounter with the abominations. It was weird how he could understand why the humans would react in such a way, and how easily he could place them upon the same level as the humans. Honestly, it frightened him, and it was that fright that had brought him upon his walk.

He was walking along the edge of the heights, watching the surroundings of what once was Benden closely, looking for any sight of the Xaitu. At least, it appeared as such. Really, he wanted to stretch his legs. He didn’t know whether it was fluke, or the simple fact that he had heard the girl walking, but something had brought his eyes to the Weyrbowl, as he watched the girl doing probably exactly what he was doing… Trying to forget.

For as much as he tried, his scowl would not come. He couldn’t be mad at her for being weak; he wanted to join her. Slowly, deciding that he should leave watching to the watchers, he made his way down the staircase, and crept into the Weyrbowl, arms crossed over his chest watching. His eyes focused on the weave, and he found it all too dance-like for him. Grace wasn’t what one needed in the fight against the abominations, it was pure luck! The sudden cut off did distract him.

It took E’vrik a few minutes to decide whether he wanted to approach the girl, or to simply walk away. He didn’t need to be there to witness her show of emotions. She probably didn’t want someone like him around anyway… However, as he went to turn around, he found himself looking over his shoulder again. Was he just going to leave her there? He wanted to say yes, and walk away; at the same time, he couldn’t. It simply wasn’t that easy…

“Dropping the blade isn’t going to help you win the fight,” E’vrik’s gruff voice cut the silence like a knife in his ears, making him wince faintly. “A day of sunshine is bound to be on the horizon soon…” The older man added as he stood there awkwardly. It was as good as his comforting got. He had half a mind to call for S’ru. At least the moron rambling about his balding head could probably make things better. She was a candidate… He was supposed to be helpful…

Faranth. If she started to shed tears, he was out of there. There were some things that he simply didn’t deal with.

[Heart]

“Dropping the blade isn’t going to help you win the fight. A day of sunshine is bound to be on the horizon soon…”

Winter paused as the voice reached her ears. She did not turn right away, however. E'vrick, of all people? How interesting. She took a settling breath, and taking a step away from him just to make sure she wouldn't end up slicing at him on accident, her graceful, dance-like practice changed. Her footwork became more precise, edgier, swifter. It almost looked like she were fighting an actual something now instead of dancing around.

"Agreed, Sir," she said, brushing her hair away from her face as she stood erect and fully faced him. She wasn't trying to show off--but when she got started, she had to finish. And, indeed, she felt more mellow now that she had been able to use a bit of her frustrated energy out on air. A person would have been better, but hey, she would use what was available to her. "Sorry, I was not trying to be a show off. But I feel a little better now."

This was strange. E'vrick looked awkward, and Winter, well...she almost felt awkward, but more in echo of him. As they stood facing each other, she suddenly felt self conscious. Good breezes, what would he think of a girl that whacked at the air with a stick to beat out some of her frustrations? Feelings? Trying not to feel too embarrassed, she tried to think of something else to say. "Do you spar, sir?"

Oh shards. Had she really said that? Of course he did! He would have to! Now she was getting embarrassed. Next to him, she probably looked like a toddler waving a twig around at imaginary floating aliens.

This post has been edited by Heart on Jul 14 2011, 01:35 PM

[Eskerne]

He watched her movements for a moment, eying them critically but offering no comments. It wasn’t because he didn’t see potential weaker areas, but he wasn’t her parent to correct her of her mistakes. Besides, that was S’ru’s job, or the other assistant if they deemed themselves low enough to spar with her. He had his take, and he knew what that was.

“There’s no showing off needed. You never stop midfight unless you’re retreating, and you don’t seem like the type,” he said with a shrug. At least she hadn’t cried on him, or went all emotional. It was better to have her to just do her thing. Besides, if she didn’t need him anymore, he could keep walking. She was obviously over her sensitive moment.

Of course, before he could even think about turning away, she asked another question. He glanced at her curiously, watching her for a moment. He had this nearly patronizing look on his face for a moment that evaporated into amusement.

“I used to, girl,” he chuckled, “back before the burn took out some nimbleness out of my arm and shoulders. Though, rarely with my shadow,” he chuckled faintly. He was getting there, but there was no need to tell her the whole sap story. Besides, once he got his arm back, he’d have to find a new sparring partner, and he wasn’t going to spar with a child who didn’t have as much experience as him.

“Did you ever think of using a sparring block? I’m sure we have one around here somewhere…” Where was it again?

[Eskerne]

[Waiting on Heart! ]