Care for a dance?

Sol and Khonsu moved through the forest with a purpose, moving smoothly between trees and over underbrush - in search of something specific, someone specific. It couldn't be that difficult to track Absinthe down, her striking figure and distinct presence seemed impossible to miss. When they did finally catch her scent, she was alone; providing the perfect opportunity for what they had in mind.

They paused for a moment, gathering their thoughts and steeling themselves for the interaction. Absinth was still a stranger to them, but as far as the twins could tell, the woman had quite the fiery spirit.  

"Absinthe, may we have a moment?" Sol's voice was gentle, hesitant. Together, they sought her gaze, heads bowing slightly in respect. "We were hoping you might be able to spare some time for a lesson, one that's more... uh, physical, in nature." Khonsu paused, mulling over a way to elaborate that wouldn't come off as offensive to her nor to Aresenn. "Theory was fine, but it's difficult to learn well without the ability to practice with tooth and claw."

They waited, patient, ready to accept whatever response she might give. It was not just a request for training; the twins still held out hope that by working hard and proving their worth, they might be able to gain some semblance of respect in the Saxe's eyes. It was possible that their request would be denied entirely - after all, who wanted to arm a servant? - though it was a risk the twins were prepared to take.

Sol & Khonsu