its a marathon, not a sprint [Hester]
05-05-2020, 05:55 PM
H E S T E R
Hester watched the girl from beneath a tree, the shade providing sweet relief from the sun beaming down on her. It was certainly fall, but without that stiff wind to accent the change of seasons, the sun did what it could to provide what warmth it had. Unfortunately for Hester, that meant that her fur spent a lot of tome eating the warmth the sun offered.
She'd stumbled upon the girl and was making no attempt to hide herself. She merely watched the hairpin turns the girl made, weaving through invisible enemies. She was, at the very least, most likely faster than Hester herself. Being of a heavier build than most, maintaining such speeds became a hindrance after a spell of it. Experience, though, and quick wit, kept Hester ahead of her peers some days. Most days, it seemed, they were either evenly matched or Hester was found slightly lacking.
A small grin split her face. All the more reason to challenge more opponents. Hester craved battle like a pup craved milk some days, and after offering herself for the role of mentor, it occurred to her that she needed to more often be on the greater side of things rather than equal of lesser. Being a mentor meant she was preparing the youth for battle, and nothing less than extraordinary effort would do here.
She stepped forward, then, deciding to send a sound forward; nothing alarming, just enough to grab the girl's attention and let her know that she had an audience of one.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Hester watched the girl from beneath a tree, the shade providing sweet relief from the sun beaming down on her. It was certainly fall, but without that stiff wind to accent the change of seasons, the sun did what it could to provide what warmth it had. Unfortunately for Hester, that meant that her fur spent a lot of tome eating the warmth the sun offered.
She'd stumbled upon the girl and was making no attempt to hide herself. She merely watched the hairpin turns the girl made, weaving through invisible enemies. She was, at the very least, most likely faster than Hester herself. Being of a heavier build than most, maintaining such speeds became a hindrance after a spell of it. Experience, though, and quick wit, kept Hester ahead of her peers some days. Most days, it seemed, they were either evenly matched or Hester was found slightly lacking.
A small grin split her face. All the more reason to challenge more opponents. Hester craved battle like a pup craved milk some days, and after offering herself for the role of mentor, it occurred to her that she needed to more often be on the greater side of things rather than equal of lesser. Being a mentor meant she was preparing the youth for battle, and nothing less than extraordinary effort would do here.
She stepped forward, then, deciding to send a sound forward; nothing alarming, just enough to grab the girl's attention and let her know that she had an audience of one.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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