[ Laughter lights up in her eyes again, threatening to spill over at the dramatics. Is she joking? Probably. It's not like she's been avoiding him or anything, not when they had said they would try. But for some reason her nerves always got the best of her just before things became too heated. It's not something she's spent much time thinking about if she's honest. How she feels about it, the potential why, is all promptly glossed over like so many other things that she doesn't want to think about too long or hard.
Instead she offers him a teasing roll of her eyes, her little figure eights coming to a halt so that it doesn't inadvertently send her further back than she intends. She knew he liked a challenge but she didn't want to make it impossible for him. ]
We both know you're going to be better than me at this in no time.
[ She holds her hands out again, curling her fingers towards him in a playful come hither motion. It doesn't surprise her that there's a little more oomph in the next push of his feet to propel him a further than he had been before. Nor does it surprise her that she spies that look of smug confidence in his eyes when he's onto something. For a split second she thinks he's going to do it - until he suddenly becomes a blur of limbs and fabric and he lands flat on his back.
There's a moment of shocked silence worried that he's somehow hurt himself. But his words betray that he's fine even if he's going to probably add this to his list of complaints shortly. Hilda is by his side in a flash, spraying just the smallest amount of ice onto his legs as she does so. She gazes down at him, all smiles and rosy cheeks. ]
It should be. You skipped ahead a couple of lessons, but maybe I should have started with how to fall gracefully first. There's a dignified way of getting up and a not so dignified way. Which one do you want?
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Instead she offers him a teasing roll of her eyes, her little figure eights coming to a halt so that it doesn't inadvertently send her further back than she intends. She knew he liked a challenge but she didn't want to make it impossible for him. ]
We both know you're going to be better than me at this in no time.
[ She holds her hands out again, curling her fingers towards him in a playful come hither motion. It doesn't surprise her that there's a little more oomph in the next push of his feet to propel him a further than he had been before. Nor does it surprise her that she spies that look of smug confidence in his eyes when he's onto something. For a split second she thinks he's going to do it - until he suddenly becomes a blur of limbs and fabric and he lands flat on his back.
There's a moment of shocked silence worried that he's somehow hurt himself. But his words betray that he's fine even if he's going to probably add this to his list of complaints shortly. Hilda is by his side in a flash, spraying just the smallest amount of ice onto his legs as she does so. She gazes down at him, all smiles and rosy cheeks. ]
It should be. You skipped ahead a couple of lessons, but maybe I should have started with how to fall gracefully first. There's a dignified way of getting up and a not so dignified way. Which one do you want?