Wapun Meadow i. a vagrant you shall become

An inner chord of kinship was plucked, hearing the tremulous note in Aurëwen's tones. Her own would follow suit, soft as spring rain, "You're welcome," a brief, kind smile of support. 

"Let go of the shame," she soothed, pacing before the pale figure - side-face with her blind socket turned towards the approach of evening. Onyx crown dipped, lavender orb focusing upon the ghostly silhouette of the blanchard. "The fear of fumbling, of failure; allow yourself to turn as needed, your remaining eye to seek and find," Rhælla's own dome would tilt, swivel as she allowed her eye to roam and flicker - gathering her settings greedily in great sweeps - by demonstration. 

"Seek detail, watch your opponent closely," she instructed further, slipping into a defensive stance as she faced the woman - head turning to keep the waif in her sight. "Keep them in your gaze always, strike with the certainty of a two-eyed wolf." 

Once Aurëwen was comfortable, they would begin - Rhælla darting forward, open maw reaching for the Pionier's ivory shoulder.