Walk | Talk | Think
How unfortunate that he was alright with the cat sitting in on their lesson. If he had expressed any dislike at the idea of her sitting by to watch, Callisto might have taken that as the perfect excuse to chase the cat away, ridding herself of that little smug smile that she knew without a doubt was still beaming at the back of her head. Gods, this was already difficult without having Belladonna there, reminding her without a word of their conversation and the thought that had been planted. Eventually, Calli was sure as she thought about it, the circumstances would have crossed her mind if the lesson had been left to play out on its own, but now, before they had even begun, she already felt the thoughts clouding her judgment and tempting her with other ways they could spend their time instead. Damn that cat!
Still feeling sour, still fighting to retain her calm, the black and grey wolf’s expression remained set in a look of stoic frustration while she eyed her new teacher, pointedly ignoring the onlooker seated away from them. Her restlessness had her itching to get the lesson started, to have something else other than her own unhelpful thoughts to consider. Jakart did not look any better, though he looked incredibly confused and a little nervous if she had to put a name to it. Just say something, she wanted to tell him, ignore the cat and talk. And after an uncertain second he did, beginning their lesson with a request for a demonstration of her defensive stance. Callisto clenched her jaw tightly. Her pride made it challenging to try new things since she hated to put herself and her capabilities in a bad light, and suddenly she found herself questioning her decision to do this. She knew nothing about fighting, about stances, about what was correct and what she ought not to do. Smart move, Callisto. Real smart.
With the lesson already underway – and especially with Bella looking on – there was no way she was getting out of it. Learning this was still important anyway, so she just had to bear her own ignorance in order to learn the lesson. Breathing out slowly, Calli lowered her head, evening her neck out with her spine with her chin tipping toward her chest and her silvery blue eyes fixed on Jakart. Though her stance did not square off quite as successfully as it could have, she did sink a little lower into it, bending her grey legs and keeping them that way, just slightly tense as she set herself up for the hypothetical attack. Her tail lashed once before it fell still behind her, and with her serious, stern expression still staring at Jak she raised a brow in silent question, wondering what he would have to say.
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