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tushanshu_logs2015-05-18 11:32 pm
stonebird) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-05-18 11:32 pm
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Characters: Valdis and Alayne.
Date: May 19th
Location: The Dojo.
Situation: Valdis is helping Alayne to become stronger as a woman.
Warnings/Rating: None.
Pants were, Alayne decided, strange creations. She wasn't accustomed to fabric wrapping so tightly around her legs nor was she ready for the feeling of being exposed. The curve of her hips was there for all to see and she felt her cheeks grow warm as she walked hurriedly through the streets.
A pair of knives - daggers, rather - were sheathed at her waist with the aid of a special belt she had designed herself. She could draw them on a moment's notice and use them to, at least, give herself time to flee. The sharp blades would never stop unnerving her, but she saw their purpose; she had taught herself to hold them without shaking in her hotel room.
Be strong like Arya.
In honor of her sister, she wore her hair in a simple braid - nothing lavish or overly done. It would sway against her back as she trained, catching the light in the copper strands. She wondered if it could be used to her advantage - a distraction perhaps in the right circumstances?
She was a woman now and Petyr had taught her the secret power she held over men. But surely there was more she didn't know. She prayed Valdis could fill in the gaps and give her confidence.
After removing her shoes, she pushed open the door to the Dojo and looked around warily.
"Lady Valdis?"
Date: May 19th
Location: The Dojo.
Situation: Valdis is helping Alayne to become stronger as a woman.
Warnings/Rating: None.
Pants were, Alayne decided, strange creations. She wasn't accustomed to fabric wrapping so tightly around her legs nor was she ready for the feeling of being exposed. The curve of her hips was there for all to see and she felt her cheeks grow warm as she walked hurriedly through the streets.
A pair of knives - daggers, rather - were sheathed at her waist with the aid of a special belt she had designed herself. She could draw them on a moment's notice and use them to, at least, give herself time to flee. The sharp blades would never stop unnerving her, but she saw their purpose; she had taught herself to hold them without shaking in her hotel room.
Be strong like Arya.
In honor of her sister, she wore her hair in a simple braid - nothing lavish or overly done. It would sway against her back as she trained, catching the light in the copper strands. She wondered if it could be used to her advantage - a distraction perhaps in the right circumstances?
She was a woman now and Petyr had taught her the secret power she held over men. But surely there was more she didn't know. She prayed Valdis could fill in the gaps and give her confidence.
After removing her shoes, she pushed open the door to the Dojo and looked around warily.
"Lady Valdis?"