[ It's a warm day when Haru opens the windows and changes into something a little easier to move around in, leggings and an oversized shirt that her father had never known she'd owned. She'd also calmly carried down an axe from her balcony, just in case Arenvald wanted to see how she fared with an actual weapon. Her hair's been gathered into a cute little puff of a ponytail, and it's not long before she's glad for it, as she struggles to catch her breath and wipes her forehead with the back of one hand. ]
Um, that stance you showed me earlier... how far apart should my feet be again?
[ She's unpolished in combat, for certain, but there's still a certain grace to how she moves. A dancer's experience. ]
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Um, that stance you showed me earlier... how far apart should my feet be again?
[ She's unpolished in combat, for certain, but there's still a certain grace to how she moves. A dancer's experience. ]