Like slow disappearing

The boy was very young and a lot of his skill would just come from practice. She could already tell there would be raw talent there. She’d only really glimpsed at his mother before her death, but she had looked like an impressive woman. He came from good lines on both sides. He seemed to be mostly picking up what she was trying to explain, but it had been a long time since she had given such a rudimentary lesson. She didn’t given him much to work with and yet he was still eager and ready to keep going.

The boy beamed up at her with his curious gaze and suddenly fell into quite the battle stance as he asked her for his first real practice spar. ”Absolutely,” she encouraged him with a small grin as she positioned herself across from him. Her head down, her tail swaying at her hips as she bent her joints. ”Whatever you think feels natural, come at me with all you’ve got.” She encouraged him to begin with a soft smile. He was so sweet and innocent and wanted so badly to do well. He was incredible and she didn’t deserve such a role in his life.