Por you, for you

Akira · April 30, 2019, 10:07 AM

It is already too late to swim when the water reaches your lips.

The asianic woman could near hear the humor in his voice, the ridicule in what sounded like a mixture between exasperation and disbelief. Yet his next words were of console, relief, and she felt as though he might be looking out for her. She had turned to offer her friend a smile, something grateful to show she appreciated the time he had taken to offer her such sage wisdom. Of course she had felt a bit ashamed of using a foreigner to help her own foreign problems, but it felt as though birds of different flocks too could fly together.

His warning had crossed her as strange, yet it settled on very aware ears. Where Akira was daft in ways of companionship, but her skills as a warrioress were frightening, and if necessary, lethal. But her confusion prevented her from countering, and instead her instincts unioned with training, shifting her into a clean dodge away. Hinds of lithe and lean muscle pulled her clear from the immediate vicinity, freeing her by a hair’s breadth from the crisp ivories of her company.

Where Akira had been raised, surprise ambushes and sudden spars were so regular that it nearly became routine- Akira simply listed this as another one of them. But for it to come from someone who was not of her land-
did they train as a warrior, too?

“You are swift Athan.” The Swan Heiress brought endless sapphires to gaze within the emblazed amethysts of her company. Her slender form was primed, yet at ease for someone so young- as though she fell naturally into the rhythm of battle. She had- that was the blood which ran through her veins; rich in the heat of battle, spiced as cider from royal legacy, yet refined and aged unlike that of typical youth. It was a wine of the most decadent degree, an unforgettable savor, and her training would not allow her sparring mate to take a single drop of it.
Not unless he had bested her speed, agility, and discipline.

“And you are wise.” The bird stepped lightly, the majority of her weight seeming to vanish as she strode almost cat-like in a semicircle to the ivory prince. Her compliment was true- he was both quick and smart.
But now, she was ready.

Not all birds have been taught to fly. Some simply fall until they either learn, or perish.