Swing up, swing down, up down, up down, up down. Swing left, swing right, left right, left right. Dipull repeated the movements over and over. "Swing up, swing down, up down, up down, up down," he said to himself. "Swing left, swing right, left right, left right." The repetitive nature of the exercise helped him focus his mind and hone his skills. He could feel his body getting stronger and more agile with each movement. It was almost meditative, the rhythmic motion becoming a soothing release for him.
Drusilla stood by the window, watching Dipull train in the snow. As she observed his movements, a small smile formed on her lips. She couldn't help but be impressed by his determination and discipline, training in such cold weather. The snow fell softly around him, but he seemed unfazed, focused on perfecting his skills.
From the window, Drusilla could see the intensity in Dipull's eyes as he repeated his movements again and again. It was almost mesmerizing, She watched for a few moments before saying.
"He sure has been doing that for about three weeks now..."
She walked back to her spot and sat down in her chair, letting out a soft sigh.
"His buddy has gotten better but still has not woken up... yet."
She took her quill pen from the table and opened her small diary to an empty page. She dipped the quill's tip in the ink, tapping it on the side. The ink had a faint smoky smell. With light, smooth, and even strokes, she wrote on the paper, the scratching sound of the quill filling the room.
As the day went by, Dipull continued his training: swing up, swing down, swing left, swing right, repeating it again and again. As the day was almost over, Dipull opened the door and stepped inside. Drusilla looked up from her writing and spoke.
"How was it?"
Dipull gazed at her and answered in a natural tone, "It was cold outside, but what must be done, must be done."
Her brow raised slightly, but she didn't say anything and just went back to her writing. Dipull stepped towards Bob's door and began to open it.
"May I ask only one last thing?" Drusilla's voice stopped him. He slowly turned and looked at her.
"Yes, what may that be?" he said as her face slowly curled into a smile.
"Do you want to know more about this world and maybe a way to help your friend recover?"
She spoke, and his eyes slowly opened as light shone on them. Dipull then answered,
"I accept Tell me everything."