[ She stays on her guard, not trusting his fall to be a long one, but unfortunately, her sense of anticipation is not enough. Wangji crouches white robes on gray dust and stone like a dove landing in the middle of a busy Jianghu street and takes his swing.
Again it's the Qi School's teachings she draws on to send her up, arms spread like a bird taking flight, and though the movement sends her into another defensive spin it's not enough to stop Bichen from catching one of her ankles.
Thrown by the movement when she lands it's a graceless sight, annoyance hardening the features of an otherwise conventionally pretty face. She rights herself, feet connecting with the floor while she brings the spine of her saber to rest against the side of her hand, defensive and ready, though the harsh posture she maintains is undercut by the smile on her face, and the warm amusement lighting up her dark eyes.
When she returns home, she'll make a point of apologizing to Bumpkin Yang for the way she's ridiculed him for being so keen to fight those who are viewed as masters. Facing Wangji in the wake of the Unwinding is solidifying. He's cold and real like water, and she had not known how parched she was until the first drink. ]
Don't blame your husband for your lack of grace Brother Lan.
[ One shoulder tilts backward, shifting her posture, her heels pressing against the stone beneath them. ]
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Again it's the Qi School's teachings she draws on to send her up, arms spread like a bird taking flight, and though the movement sends her into another defensive spin it's not enough to stop Bichen from catching one of her ankles.
Thrown by the movement when she lands it's a graceless sight, annoyance hardening the features of an otherwise conventionally pretty face. She rights herself, feet connecting with the floor while she brings the spine of her saber to rest against the side of her hand, defensive and ready, though the harsh posture she maintains is undercut by the smile on her face, and the warm amusement lighting up her dark eyes.
When she returns home, she'll make a point of apologizing to Bumpkin Yang for the way she's ridiculed him for being so keen to fight those who are viewed as masters. Facing Wangji in the wake of the Unwinding is solidifying. He's cold and real like water, and she had not known how parched she was until the first drink. ]
Don't blame your husband for your lack of grace Brother Lan.
[ One shoulder tilts backward, shifting her posture, her heels pressing against the stone beneath them. ]
Come on. Again.