[P] last young renegade

[Theodosia]

HE MOTIONED ME TO THE SKY,

Her eyebrows furrow as her attention shifts to the hovering dagger, taking her time now -- learning the weight of it in the palm of her mind, how it balances now with her focus on the handle. She takes a deep breath to center herself, her focus shifting towards the straw-stuffed dummy in front of her before she lets the dagger fly. It sinks itself into the rough burlap of the target, and while it is nowhere near the brightly painted target, it is still progress that draws a wide, beaming smile across her face.

“Definitely better!” She agrees enthusiastically, her pale lavender eyes bright and her ears perking forwards as her gaze dances between the northern mare and the dagger embedded in the dummy. She’s amazed at how quickly such simple advice had helped with her problem, levitating another dagger with her focus on the handle -- this time, when she lets it fly, it hits one of the outer edges of the target.

“Thank you, Valkyr.” She seems almost unable to contain her joy at having been taught the trick to the daggers, taking a quick step forward and brushing a kiss of gratitude across Valk’s cheek. “You can call me Theo, if you’d like.”

I HEARD HEAVEN & THE THUNDER CRY.

@Valkyr