Risk Taking
11-21-2015, 12:56 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
Miksa felt the pressure of the impromptu lesson but tried to quell it as best he could. Despite his worries, Surreal did not look at him as if she was about to pounce, but rather with patience and a critical eye that evaluated everything about his stance and posture. It was different than the way Frith had tried to teach, where he had happily not been the focal point of the lesson, but he tried to remind himself now that the one-on-one lesson would be beneficial. Here, nothing he did would go overlooked, and everything would be brought to light. What better way to learn was there? Still, it made him a little uncomfortable. The feedback he received, however, was good. What he was able to recall on his own was met with a smile, and without ridicule a new list of defenses were offered and even demonstrated for him to pick up. At Surreal's prompting, Miksa did as she suggested and rolled his shoulders forward, allowing the skin and fur to bunch there and offer protection. It felt awkward to raise his hackles when he was not the least bit afraid of offended, but he did as she said, if only to partway down his spine. At any rate, he felt better being told these things, and nodded his head in understanding of her teaching. Moving on, she brought up the positioning of his tail, and once again Miksa felt lost. What did he prefer? What had he done during the fight he had taken part in? He struggled for a moment to remember, still feeling as if that whole sequence of events had become a blur, and eventually shook his head as he lowered his bright yellow eyes with a look of embarrassment. "I don't know." |
