My Focus Needs More Focus

Gossamer watched passively as Lia approached, trotting across the sand as the sunlight dappled her fiery coat, making her look like some autumn spirit caught unawares in the blooming spring. Gossamer nodded, fidgeting a little at the formality of Lia's speech. She knew the woman was ranked a slave, but she hadn't had much dealings with the slaves of the Armada. Gossamer was fickle and stubborn. She liked to do things herself and had no desire to have a tag along messing with her stuff.

"Azure has instructed me to assist in your fight training. What are you comfortable with so far and where do you find you struggle?" She had to get an idea of Lia's level before she could really hold a lesson.