(she does want to touch a weapon. They can call her here to train over and over, but the instinct of a daughter-sea comes out of a sense of deep preservation. To never take up arms against another, to denote no pride or willingness to show strength.
Those rules don't apply, Gilia. but in the way she can close her eyes and still feel the beating of waves on the shore, she holds to them. Her eyes stay pinned at her partners feet, her mouth stays a neutral line, hidden behind the great mass of all her hair. Her hands empty of anything but the pen gripped in them, and the death grip she has on her clothes. )
None. ( comes the wobbly little word out of her lips. ) Fighting is for others.
no subject
Those rules don't apply, Gilia. but in the way she can close her eyes and still feel the beating of waves on the shore, she holds to them. Her eyes stay pinned at her partners feet, her mouth stays a neutral line, hidden behind the great mass of all her hair. Her hands empty of anything but the pen gripped in them, and the death grip she has on her clothes. )
None. ( comes the wobbly little word out of her lips. ) Fighting is for others.