dancing lessons.

[lonewolflives]

A lot of people on the island talked about how bored they could get, or how they had to keep finding things to fill their hours with. Arya had said it before, and she still meant it: she didn't understand these people at allShe sometimes had trouble fitting in everything she wanted to do in a day. She had to parcel it out

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[flyboy_shepp]

Sulking was maybe a bit too strong of a word for part of what John was feeling. Three people gone in the span of a month - and not just anyone, but Helo, Zelenka, Rodney - and he wasn't sure what the hell he was supposed to think about it. Death, abandonment, John had dealt with all of that before, and as much as it sucked, he had the capacity to deal with it again.

He was stretched out on the ground, having arrived a bit early and collapsing after a long run. Babysitting Hera while Leoben helped Sharon pull it together was not his idea of a great day, and he mostly wanted to just stay there, stare at the sky, maybe not move for a few hours.

Except there were a few things that demanded his entire attention, and water dancing was one of them. Well, it would be if he could stop his legs from feeling every second of his thirty-eight years.

[lonewolflives]

Arya stalked up, feet padding quiet as a mouse, out of habit. And maybe a little out of intent.

She tossed one of the training swords at John's reposed figure.

Because while there were some lessons Syrio hadn't been able to teach her - he hadn't had long enough, and she felt that more and more - she was certain proper water dancing involved being able to deal with weighted sticks suddenly flying at you.

[flyboy_shepp]

Things flying at John out of nowhere was nothing new, and his reflexes more than anything had him rolling out of the way and up onto his knees before he even realized what the hell was going on.

"You know, if I get another knock on the head I'm pretty sure Carson will ground me from playing with the cool kids," John said in Arya's general direction as he got back up onto unsteady legs. It took a few moments for his body to fall out of fight or flight mode; when it did, he ran a hand over his hair and bent over to pick the sword up.

[lonewolflives]

"Carson should know by now how hard your head is," Arya said, stepping forward and letting her own training sword whistle in an arc towards his head. If he didn't get his own up in time she'd stop it in the air before it hit.

Probably. She'd decide properly before it happened. "And I think your hair must cushion it a little, else what is it good for?"

And not a word about the fact Arya had given serious thought to that question on occasion, not a word thank you very much.