( There's a balance she hasn't found yet when it comes to being herself, between the at times conflicting advice of the people she looks up to, living and dead. Learning to control her Chaos requires more than will, she thinks, simply because her willing works in unexpected ways, leaves unexpected vulnerabilities. Sometimes she knows exactly what to do, how to, in moments of startling clarity: not the whys, so often, as the necessities, and do, or bear the consequence of chosen inaction. Events don't pause so that she can decide better how to proceed.
Resolving to go through the forms to centre herself in her new situation, she's paused at the entrance, watching the young man currently running through his own practise session. Elements of how he moves feel familiar, but more don't, such that her brow furrows as she studies what he's doing, such that whenever he ends up addressing her (if he even does), or pauses long enough she reads it as a stop, she speaks up to ask: )
What was that? That you were just doing.
( Manners, for the moment, slipping merrily out the entrance behind her. )
ii. 4 training room
Resolving to go through the forms to centre herself in her new situation, she's paused at the entrance, watching the young man currently running through his own practise session. Elements of how he moves feel familiar, but more don't, such that her brow furrows as she studies what he's doing, such that whenever he ends up addressing her (if he even does), or pauses long enough she reads it as a stop, she speaks up to ask: )
What was that? That you were just doing.
( Manners, for the moment, slipping merrily out the entrance behind her. )