on time is early

He scrutinised her, eyes serious as he assessed her new stance as she began to complete his request. Bunching her shoulders, digging in her small claws. He finished a loop of her and stood at her forefront again. Looking at the tiny, pale, healer. Standing tall at half his height, her eyes intent on him as she did her best to look fierce and prepared.

…and then she attempted to fold in her ears, and one little white ear refused to bend to her will. She scowled fiercely, as though she could intimidate it into folding, and then gave up. Giving him a sheepish expression. The towering, fierce Warlord laughed softly. Feeling an immense swell of emotion for his young little healer. He reached forward and ruffled the fur between her ears, much as he did to his own children. “Well, that’s okay. We don’t win every battle” he teased.

“If the pose feels unnatural to you, step out of it, and then back in, out, and in. It's almost all about muscle memory. You’ll wear a path until it feels like second nature” he explained encouragingly.


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