Qatrand gil Yecine walked among her students as they attempted to mirror the forms she'd demonstrated earlier. Black hair tied back in a simple tail at the base of her neck, it had finally grown back to the size her wife would have seen it last. But not all the growth was so even on the training field.
Many of the militia still had too much reliance on upper body strength, not enough engagement from the core and legs. She'd learned these sort of lessons young with the Yecine and it seemed much harder to convince adults to discard what had been inferiorly drilled into muscle memory compare to countless hours as a child being watched, tapped when wrong, and sometimes nodded at when right.
'Sometimes. I'm trying to do better than those who taught me about expressing when people improve. Though I have to be careful not to clap in my pride like I do with Onya. That… would just be insulting, I think?'
