Today's the day
There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds. In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now. Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.
The short cries focus her mind on what she is doing - she's been worrying more than she should lately, and she's trying to clear her mind, a little. She's taking a break from the constant stake-out she's been in lately. Knowing that Sam is on the case put her at ease, at least enough for that.
Perhaps in a bit, she'll take that woman at her word and wander over for weeding. Perhaps later, she'll go home and knock on a door at sunset.
For now, however, she is training, for no reason other than the fact that it keeps her sane.
Open post, feel free to have at. She's fairly in control and has little drama going, though tired she may be.
The short cries focus her mind on what she is doing - she's been worrying more than she should lately, and she's trying to clear her mind, a little. She's taking a break from the constant stake-out she's been in lately. Knowing that Sam is on the case put her at ease, at least enough for that.
Perhaps in a bit, she'll take that woman at her word and wander over for weeding. Perhaps later, she'll go home and knock on a door at sunset.
For now, however, she is training, for no reason other than the fact that it keeps her sane.
Open post, feel free to have at. She's fairly in control and has little drama going, though tired she may be.