A proper stance and a flex of her muscles. Utsumi Nanamiya, first of her name out of the cloister of priesthood, tightened her grip on her hands and brought them to a low boil. She curled her knuckles in until they threatened to pop, shifting her food in a long slide until it drew a circle in dirt - her very own spotlight, animal in nature. A toothy grin. The beam of primal red in eyes that were both giddy and dangerous, as if a single thought could shift to slits and warm blood would run cold. This would never have been allowed back home. In all ventures, in all attempts, she was always pulled off the other children; it didn't matter who started it, only that a proper flower would end it.
She didn't want to be a proper flower. She wanted to be a pumpkin vine. Or a grape vine. Or some kind of knife vine. She just wanted to climb!
She was purely ecstatic to stalk the training fields today: likening herself after her contracted kin with the slope of her back and the angled, efficient way her body arched in its path. Her prey would join her any moment. Her partner - in no more than a spar, but in so much in friendship - would grace the den of the beast - and GOSH, was Utsumi excited! Miyako's entrance would be greeted with an immediate forgetfulness of all preparation and mentality, jumping up and down with joyful claps until she looked like she just might throw herself at the other girl. She wasn't quite of the mind to hug her, but just being close made her happy. Her following signage would signal both her greeting and the flare of battle, unable to contain her emotive twitches.
Hi!!! I'm so happy we get to do this, Miya -- her hands faltered for a moment, the following words coming with her tongue out her mouth - O~nee-chan! You weren't supposed to be able to sign tildes, but she motioned with her fingers nonetheless. Thanks for agreeing to be my partner! I won't hold back, so make sure you don't either! Er, but maybe use the broad side of your blade? Ha ha ha XD!
She didn't want to be a proper flower. She wanted to be a pumpkin vine. Or a grape vine. Or some kind of knife vine. She just wanted to climb!
She was purely ecstatic to stalk the training fields today: likening herself after her contracted kin with the slope of her back and the angled, efficient way her body arched in its path. Her prey would join her any moment. Her partner - in no more than a spar, but in so much in friendship - would grace the den of the beast - and GOSH, was Utsumi excited! Miyako's entrance would be greeted with an immediate forgetfulness of all preparation and mentality, jumping up and down with joyful claps until she looked like she just might throw herself at the other girl. She wasn't quite of the mind to hug her, but just being close made her happy. Her following signage would signal both her greeting and the flare of battle, unable to contain her emotive twitches.
Hi!!! I'm so happy we get to do this, Miya -- her hands faltered for a moment, the following words coming with her tongue out her mouth - O~nee-chan! You weren't supposed to be able to sign tildes, but she motioned with her fingers nonetheless. Thanks for agreeing to be my partner! I won't hold back, so make sure you don't either! Er, but maybe use the broad side of your blade? Ha ha ha XD!