[ he had given her a time that she might find him in the room, and it is the earliest hour of those that she arrives — elves need little sleep, after all, and she would rather spend her time learning what might be necessary than waste it on something she does not require. ]
Itachi, wasn't it? [ she says upon entering the room and seeing him there, smiling slightly. she doesn't make for an imposing sight — willowy and ethereal, like an apparition in moonlight more than a flesh-and-blood being. ]
You told me once I might call upon you to help me, should I require instruction in the art of self-defense. Our recent mission has left me with ample evidence of why I may need it, going forward... so here I am.
๏ผ he is still recovering, but that is not the deterrent for him it may pose for others — pain has been a companion for him for so long that it is stranger to be without it than not. so he is in the training room, carefully setting up targets for the day in the corner he's customarily in. few other people join him at this early hour, so when he hears the soft, musical tone of luthien's voice he cants his head to one side faintly.
there are not many people who step so lightly that he cannot hear them until they speak. ๏ผ
Very well.
๏ผ he turns to face her fully, gives her a respectful nod. then: ๏ผ
Do you have any specific preference for what it is you wish to learn?
Perhaps you might instruct me in weaponless combat? I should like to be able to move correctly, before I pick up any sort of a fighting tool.
[ and even then, if she is forced to choose something, she already knows she will rather learn the bow than anything else — the trusted companion of woodland elves, the sindar, less a weapon to many than it is a partner. ]
๏ผ he cants his head. studying her with unfettered intent. then: ๏ผ
Do you dance?
๏ผ the grace with which she moves is impressive and to him seems a thing learned — but given that he is not aware of what it is her species entails properly, it is difficult to say what may be that, or may be innate. ๏ผ
[ her delight is evident in her smile, bright as the sun coming out from behind clouds. ] How did you know? It is indeed one of my favourite pastimes, and each step I hold dear in my memory.
despite himself, it earns a tiny uptick at one corner of his mouth. ๏ผ
It is a dance. May I?
๏ผ he holds out his hand for her, in the style of a perfect courtly gentleman, bowing slightly. when he looks back up at her, his eyes are red with the sharingan, the better to copy her motions. rogue and criminal he may well be, but he was the heir to a prestigious clan once, a star upon which many clansfolk hitched their wagons to. of course he knows how to dance. diplomacy was a not-insignificant part of being a shinobi, and alliances could be found in the strangest of places, forged in the strangest of ways. ๏ผ
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sometime after the alydhion mission, training room;
Itachi, wasn't it? [ she says upon entering the room and seeing him there, smiling slightly. she doesn't make for an imposing sight — willowy and ethereal, like an apparition in moonlight more than a flesh-and-blood being. ]
You told me once I might call upon you to help me, should I require instruction in the art of self-defense. Our recent mission has left me with ample evidence of why I may need it, going forward... so here I am.
no subject
there are not many people who step so lightly that he cannot hear them until they speak. ๏ผ
Very well.
๏ผ he turns to face her fully, gives her a respectful nod. then: ๏ผ
Do you have any specific preference for what it is you wish to learn?
no subject
[ and even then, if she is forced to choose something, she already knows she will rather learn the bow than anything else — the trusted companion of woodland elves, the sindar, less a weapon to many than it is a partner. ]
I am grateful for any advice you may give me.
no subject
Do you dance?
๏ผ the grace with which she moves is impressive and to him seems a thing learned — but given that he is not aware of what it is her species entails properly, it is difficult to say what may be that, or may be innate. ๏ผ
no subject
[ her delight is evident in her smile, bright as the sun coming out from behind clouds. ] How did you know? It is indeed one of my favourite pastimes, and each step I hold dear in my memory.
no subject
A lucky guess. ๏ผ no. ๏ผ You're graceful.
no subject
I suppose! Yes, all elves are so — but I have spent many of my years underneath the trees of Doriath, tracing old paths with my steps.
[ a pause. ] So you are saying... I should think of a battle like a dance?
no subject
despite himself, it earns a tiny uptick at one corner of his mouth. ๏ผ
It is a dance. May I?
๏ผ he holds out his hand for her, in the style of a perfect courtly gentleman, bowing slightly. when he looks back up at her, his eyes are red with the sharingan, the better to copy her motions. rogue and criminal he may well be, but he was the heir to a prestigious clan once, a star upon which many clansfolk hitched their wagons to. of course he knows how to dance. diplomacy was a not-insignificant part of being a shinobi, and alliances could be found in the strangest of places, forged in the strangest of ways. ๏ผ