Youth vs Experience

Her ears leveled, and she released a soft hum as Resin came around to show her again, using her own paws this time to demonstrate the movement. Mala carefully watched the stroke she'd made, committing the movement, the proper angle to push down and the feel of it, to memory. When Resin told her to try again, she did so. She was even slower the second time around, but she pressed the next blade in a smooth, even pass over the whetstone. Mal would check in with Resin occasionally as she sharpened the rest of the blades one by one, as patiently as she could. She was slow, but the passes were much smoother than her first attempt had been.