She exhales a sharp huff of breath that Liranan echoes, because sometimes his elf-person is ridiculous.
But it's good to know she's doing it right, or mostly right, or right enough to satisfy Cullen, who probably couldn't be undemanding if someone paid him. In lyrium.
Ysalwen keeps her silence, however, because it is expected, and because it really is easier to pay attention to every motion of her body when she's not distracting herself with chatter. It is less easy to keep her hindbrain from dragging up things it's better not to think about, but one can't have everything.
She is not, for instance, imagining ever having to fight Cullen. Or stand against him. Or having Alistair come after her because she's done something horrible. Or --
Right. Wrist extended, movement flowing down from the shoulder to the elbow to the very tip of the blade, legs just so, abdomen just so, balance held this way for utmost flexibility in response --
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But it's good to know she's doing it right, or mostly right, or right enough to satisfy Cullen, who probably couldn't be undemanding if someone paid him. In lyrium.
Ysalwen keeps her silence, however, because it is expected, and because it really is easier to pay attention to every motion of her body when she's not distracting herself with chatter. It is less easy to keep her hindbrain from dragging up things it's better not to think about, but one can't have everything.
She is not, for instance, imagining ever having to fight Cullen. Or stand against him. Or having Alistair come after her because she's done something horrible. Or --
Right. Wrist extended, movement flowing down from the shoulder to the elbow to the very tip of the blade, legs just so, abdomen just so, balance held this way for utmost flexibility in response --
And again.