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The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
-attributed to Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam
They were, she realized, starting to work as a team. Tess and Katara's movements weren't just becoming more coordinated as individuals but as a pair they supported each other, distracted her on one side so the other could slip behind. This was something she realized as she sent one stumbling across the purple grass with a foot trip. The other moved to support her, instead of being simply an obstacle to be crashed into. Bonds. Solidarity. Esprit du Corps. Whatever you called it, whatever you thought of the Sisterhood's scheming and manipulations, they had it in spades.
Sheeana followed, blurring into a jumping kick...And had to scramble to keep her own balance as a presence intruded on her awareness. She looked chagrined as she signaled a halt to their sparring. That could have been an awkward pratfall.
"Duncan." She turned towards the watching figure, barely keeping the exclamation point out of her voice. The boy seemed to clutch at knowledge the way a starveling went after a ripe peach.
-attributed to Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam
They were, she realized, starting to work as a team. Tess and Katara's movements weren't just becoming more coordinated as individuals but as a pair they supported each other, distracted her on one side so the other could slip behind. This was something she realized as she sent one stumbling across the purple grass with a foot trip. The other moved to support her, instead of being simply an obstacle to be crashed into. Bonds. Solidarity. Esprit du Corps. Whatever you called it, whatever you thought of the Sisterhood's scheming and manipulations, they had it in spades.
Sheeana followed, blurring into a jumping kick...And had to scramble to keep her own balance as a presence intruded on her awareness. She looked chagrined as she signaled a halt to their sparring. That could have been an awkward pratfall.
"Duncan." She turned towards the watching figure, barely keeping the exclamation point out of her voice. The boy seemed to clutch at knowledge the way a starveling went after a ripe peach.