It's never the same

Basilisk rounded her form one last time as she settled into her… interpretation of his descriptions. He squinted and tapped one of her tiny little knees with a claw. “Ignita.” He said, his voice oddly gently. “Unless you're planning on taking a shit right there on the Col floor, straighten your knees. When I say bend, I mean a little elasticity. Think fluid, and light. Like a willow tree in the wind.” He told her, and bent his own knees, before springing back, and then down again. Showing her the ease and comfort in which he put a little bend into his body.

“It’s to prepare your body to absorb an impact” he started to circle her again. It only took a few movements of his body. She truly was a tiny little thing.


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