She looked up at a man. He was tall, very tall to her eyes, with a soft smile on his face. But Handmaiden could see in the lines of his stance, a deep sadness that lay under every movement. And though she had no recollection of him aside from this, Handmaiden could feel a deep affection in herself. It was... simple. A child's love.
His hair was pure white.
She turned to look straight ahead, moving her body through a series of clumsy kicks and strikes, although she concentrated fiercely on each movement. It was the practice of a child, still new to the Echani techniques. He bent down to adjust her stance, taking her wrist and slowly guiding her arm into a proper punch. Then she finished the dance on her own... she looked up and smiled shyly at inaudible words of approval.
She asked something... a request. She wanted to see something. Then he stood and unhooked a weapon from his belt--a quarterstaff. He extended it and began performing an Echani combat dance. Handmaiden felt herself step back, her eyes widening in awe and admiration. Each movement was fluid and effortless, yet there was something missing... there was no partner to dance against him. There was an echoing pang from within herself, as well. She wanted to see him fighting the one who matched his movements, but--she felt a sense of nameless emptiness, a wistfulness. It was something she could not explain.
He stood straight and collapsed the staff, then knelt in front of her again. He did not speak, but offered out the handle of the weapon to her. She took it solemnly. It felt heavy in her young hands--she twisted it as she had seen him do, but nothing happened. He smiled, not unkindly, and spoke as he moved her hands into the right position to trigger the mechanism.
Handmaiden jumped in surprise as the two sides of the staff jolted out on either side of her, the weapon twice as long as she was tall.
[ooc: This scene doesn't occur anywhere in-game, however the quarterstaff that Handmaiden carries was given to her by her father,
Yusanis.]