"Um?" Maeve says, suddenly wide-awake, heart thumping, hands held out to her sides in bafflement.
Maeve had met the daily practice with a neutral sort of humor. When paired with the blonde woman about a hand shorter than her, she'd been reserved--if not a little impatient--as they both had been put through unfamiliar forms and placed in unfamiliar stances. The woman she'd been squaring off against hadn't seem to really...get weapons.
This, however, might be a little something more than not getting weapons.
"There, there?" Maeve says, metaphorically at sea. She doesn't make a move to push the woman away though, despite the face pressed to her skin. "You. Okay there?"
Morning Glorious! (Good Morning)
Maeve had met the daily practice with a neutral sort of humor. When paired with the blonde woman about a hand shorter than her, she'd been reserved--if not a little impatient--as they both had been put through unfamiliar forms and placed in unfamiliar stances. The woman she'd been squaring off against hadn't seem to really...get weapons.
This, however, might be a little something more than not getting weapons.
"There, there?" Maeve says, metaphorically at sea. She doesn't make a move to push the woman away though, despite the face pressed to her skin. "You. Okay there?"