đ The Rose Arena / old rose harbor
on the 19th of yaris, 2716, during the early evening.
Positively preening at the praise, Suâyinaâs smile only grew. Her cheeks ached from how her glee and for a second, she looked akin to a twitchy squirrel as a cramp seized ruddy cheeks. âWOo -owwwâŚâ the glee tapered off to a whine as she moved to massage away the pain. She made quite the sight, nodding along all the while her palms soothed away the cramp. âI eep tha in mine,â she slurred between squished lips. What an inopportune moment to suffer from happiness. Skidding to a halt when Cass did, Suâyina blinked up at the taller woman, the question obvious in her expression as she wondered what the other was doing. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, patience was a virtue, and she was not the most virtuous child there is.
The tsatâs unanswered question was solved in the next moment âReally!â It had been physically possible for her eyes to be glued to her hands; it would have been done so at that moment. âHeâŚheel?â Her mouth rounded in surprise. So that was what that part of her body was called, she had simply referred to her handsâŚas well, hands the entire time, who knew that there were specific parts of it. And more importantly, specific parts that could be used to smash someone's nose. Or if Cass was to be believed -and she trusted her knowledge -to break someoneâs nose. Break not hurt. The escalating level of violence was shocking, a bit strange, and overall, not something she could say she was entirely uncomfortable with. She was by no means a violent child, preferred running over all else, but even young as she is, she was practical enough to shake off her attitude. To be uptight, one had to survive that long to be it. Suâyina for exactly a second, grossed by the thought of touching anyoneâs nose but logic and survivability won. She would after all, only hit bad people. So⌠if it was just a little, violence was okay. That logic sounded perfect to the teen.
âThisâŚsounds real useful,â she stared back at her palm after pulling it gently away from Cassâs face. It was astounding just how much damage the squishy part of her hand could cause. Even if it was a demonstration, the small image of her hurting her new friend stirred a modicum of discomfort, even on accident. Pulling herself to the side a bit, Suâyina mimicked the action Cass showed her one more time. âBAM.â The sound left her lips without a second thought. Turning to her new teacher and friend, the witchâs eyes were wide as she heads bobbed again. It was a miracle her enthusiastic movement had yet to give her whiplash. âYe ya right! Imma remembers that. It sounds much easier to hit âem in the root when they blind as a coot-â She cocked her hands on her hips, looking mighty proud of herself for learning something new today. âMaybe if I git stronger, things be easier.â Maybe if her arms were no longer limp like soggy biscuits, she could help her father more. She hesitated, wondering if she would bother Cass with her next request. She had seen this happen too often in the neighborhood for her to ignore. âMm CassâŚif my hair was yanked, whatâa I do?â