Right as rain. The rooms are way nicer than what I was staying in before... [ he laughs a little. ] Yourself?
[ he then gives her apparel a once-over. it... might be impractical to train in a long skirt, but sylvain figures, if it's something she'll be wearing on the daily then it's not a bad idea she learns how to move accordingly.
and he does get the impression she's willing to learn, seeing as she's both enthusiastic and punctual. good energy. ]
Alright. Just to be sure, how much or little do you already know? I don't mind starting from scratch, but it'll be helpful if I can have an idea of what I need to teach you, if there's anything you can incorporate into spearwork, or even just what you'd like to prioritize learning.
The rooms are nice, but what I really like is living with Signora Sooyoung and Signori Joonghyuk and Dokja!
[ not really. but as exhausting as they are, it's a nice advantage to live with the landlords. even if she has to be more careful with them than anyone else, given that they could so easily throw her out—that's a condition she's already used to living under anyway. ]
How much do I know... [ it's obvious that she's only pretending to think about the question in order to stall, embarrassed to admit: ] Um. Nothing?
[ her smile is broad and sheepish, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, shy; still, there's something genuinely apprehensive about her demeanour, as if she expects Sylvain to be angry at her for her utter lack of experience. ]
One of my brothers was a knight, but I never watched him train, so... I've never even played with wooden swords.
[ she has had a few catfights in her previous life, but that's not really something she can admit to as Ruby... ]
[ he's not terribly familiar with the three, but seeing them interact from a distance, he imagines life must be pretty rowdy in a suite like that. he hopes at least she feels reassured not to be alone.
as for her lack of training, he's not surprised. (though, he asks because there are plenty of unassuming-looking girls back home who are capable of and have kicked his ass.) he smiles, sensing her embarrassment and hoping to dispel what self-doubt she might have. ]
Nothing to worry about.
[ there are always pros and cons regardless of circumstances—in this case pros being that hypothetically, there won't be any bad habits to break, or confusing overlaps in disciplines. cons being that sylvain will have to be careful how he instructs her, so that she doesn't build said habits that might be detrimental down the road.
(unfortunately, he's a show-off and a flashy fighter, so good luck to the both of them.) ]
So, we'll probably wanna start with basic exercises and footwork drills. A good physical foundation makes a world of difference in how well you'll do in an actual fight.
[ next, he'll walk her through some easy stretches and warm ups! and do a... very rudimentary strength test using whatever household objects he can find around the place... (a stack of books, some jars of sand, etc.) ]
[ her strength is what one would expect for her self-proclaimed sheltered background, her skinny build and her bird-like fragility, her hands unmarked by labour. she can get a bucket of water off the ground, but wouldn't be able to stand up straight with it. going through stretches demonstrates that she's flexible, and she has endurance for certain warm-up exercises that call for movement, but her stamina runs out in no time at all when doing others like sit-ups.
the one thing it becomes quickly apparent that she's very good at is footwork. ]
I've done a lot of dance—especially ballet, so I'm used to things like this!
[ just to show off a little, she transitions from the position he's had her standing in to go through several ballet footwork drills—even with her long skirts obscuring her legs, the fluidity of her movements still shines through her brief demonstration. she names each step as she performs it, breathless: ]
Glissade, plié, jeté, plié, jeté... [ as best she can in these shoes, she goes to her toes to spin several times on one foot, skirt flaring around her: ] And a pirouette en pointe!
[ she's certainly more graceful than sylvain can ever hope to be, and he applauds her with a grin as she demonstrates her balletic knowledge. ]
Wow. Maybe you oughta be teaching me instead. That's some fine footwork.
[ she may do well with fencing, but swords aren't his area of expertise... and in any case, he'd like to teach her a more practical, albeit less elegant form of fighting. (...the assassin class also comes to mind, but that's even more of a far cry from his forte.) ]
Can you try that again with something in your hands?
[ anything will do, that she's able to hold long enough to complete the repetition. (and then perhaps they might need a short break after that.) ]
I want you to get used to moving with another object, and being able to adjust your balance accordingly.
Yes, of course! [ playfully: ] Whatever the Istruttore requires of me.
[ she picks up. some kind of big stick they have lying around for the purposes of teaching her??? and she runs through her ballet drills again with it in hand—there's some hesitation to her steps this time, thrown off by the change in hand movement to her familiar routine, but her balance is maintained. ]
no subject
[ he then gives her apparel a once-over. it... might be impractical to train in a long skirt, but sylvain figures, if it's something she'll be wearing on the daily then it's not a bad idea she learns how to move accordingly.
and he does get the impression she's willing to learn, seeing as she's both enthusiastic and punctual. good energy. ]
Alright. Just to be sure, how much or little do you already know? I don't mind starting from scratch, but it'll be helpful if I can have an idea of what I need to teach you, if there's anything you can incorporate into spearwork, or even just what you'd like to prioritize learning.
[ her baseline, so to speak. ]
no subject
[ not really. but as exhausting as they are, it's a nice advantage to live with the landlords. even if she has to be more careful with them than anyone else, given that they could so easily throw her out—that's a condition she's already used to living under anyway. ]
How much do I know... [ it's obvious that she's only pretending to think about the question in order to stall, embarrassed to admit: ] Um. Nothing?
[ her smile is broad and sheepish, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, shy; still, there's something genuinely apprehensive about her demeanour, as if she expects Sylvain to be angry at her for her utter lack of experience. ]
One of my brothers was a knight, but I never watched him train, so... I've never even played with wooden swords.
[ she has had a few catfights in her previous life, but that's not really something she can admit to as Ruby... ]
no subject
[ he's not terribly familiar with the three, but seeing them interact from a distance, he imagines life must be pretty rowdy in a suite like that. he hopes at least she feels reassured not to be alone.
as for her lack of training, he's not surprised. (though, he asks because there are plenty of unassuming-looking girls back home who are capable of and have kicked his ass.) he smiles, sensing her embarrassment and hoping to dispel what self-doubt she might have. ]
Nothing to worry about.
[ there are always pros and cons regardless of circumstances—in this case pros being that hypothetically, there won't be any bad habits to break, or confusing overlaps in disciplines. cons being that sylvain will have to be careful how he instructs her, so that she doesn't build said habits that might be detrimental down the road.
(unfortunately, he's a show-off and a flashy fighter, so good luck to the both of them.) ]
So, we'll probably wanna start with basic exercises and footwork drills. A good physical foundation makes a world of difference in how well you'll do in an actual fight.
[ next, he'll walk her through some easy stretches and warm ups! and do a... very rudimentary strength test using whatever household objects he can find around the place... (a stack of books, some jars of sand, etc.) ]
no subject
the one thing it becomes quickly apparent that she's very good at is footwork. ]
I've done a lot of dance—especially ballet, so I'm used to things like this!
[ just to show off a little, she transitions from the position he's had her standing in to go through several ballet footwork drills—even with her long skirts obscuring her legs, the fluidity of her movements still shines through her brief demonstration. she names each step as she performs it, breathless: ]
Glissade, plié, jeté, plié, jeté... [ as best she can in these shoes, she goes to her toes to spin several times on one foot, skirt flaring around her: ] And a pirouette en pointe!
no subject
Wow. Maybe you oughta be teaching me instead. That's some fine footwork.
[ she may do well with fencing, but swords aren't his area of expertise... and in any case, he'd like to teach her a more practical, albeit less elegant form of fighting. (...the assassin class also comes to mind, but that's even more of a far cry from his forte.) ]
Can you try that again with something in your hands?
[ anything will do, that she's able to hold long enough to complete the repetition. (and then perhaps they might need a short break after that.) ]
I want you to get used to moving with another object, and being able to adjust your balance accordingly.
no subject
[ she picks up. some kind of big stick they have lying around for the purposes of teaching her??? and she runs through her ballet drills again with it in hand—there's some hesitation to her steps this time, thrown off by the change in hand movement to her familiar routine, but her balance is maintained. ]
Does this really help?