[Action, Voice, and Windblown Journals] .015

[markofthebrave]

[Voice]
Hey, Hugo - if you have a chance, I'd like to talk to you about something.

[And then she shuts the book and moves to her evening practice session behind her house. Today is not about how much water she can move, but it is about control. When the wind blows her journal opened, anyone watching can see thin streams of water moving quick enough to cut intertwining with her arms and legs as she works through a form. The pattern of when she splits a stream, and when she adds more water seems random... until you glance above her head. Any time her concentration is broken by a flash of an image, she adds another and another until all the thought bubble reflects are the forms

If you want to interrupt her, give her a minute - messing up and slicing herself with one of those water streams would be painful. While she normally hates to have her practicing interrupted, tonight it's not quite keeping her mind off of things.]

Comments

[Voice/Thoughts]

[markofthebrave]

[That... really doesn't tell me much.] ...okay, then.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[This would be why he doesn't use the journals. =/ ]

[And if it were anyone else, he probably wouldn't care enough to bother]

If you want to, go ahead. If you don't, don't.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[markofthebrave]

[She crosses her arms and looks away. This is weird. And embarrassing.] He just - it was - [She flounders about for some way to explain it and then stops.]

It's nothing like what he did before. It was just-- it-- [More floundering.] He was a jerk. That's all.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[Jet's always a bit of a jerk on the surface.]

[This face. Because he knows that can't be all of it.]

[Voice/Thoughts]

[markofthebrave]

[Yeah. She's just really not comfortable saying any more. Even if that silence is inviting.]

It's not like I'll ice him on sight, or anything. So you don't need to worry.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[That's fine with him.]

((Sometimes he deserves it. Sometimes.))

((It's not you I'm-)) [And then a change of thoughts because he sees they're being picked up again] ((Good luck with your practice.))

[Voice/Thoughts]

[markofthebrave]

[Blink. Blink, blink. Okaay then, not what she expected. But. Good.]

Thanks. ((Luck? Hmm.)) And I guess I'll see you later.

[Voice/Thoughts]

[nowordsrequired.livejournal.com]

[He nods - hopefully that was recorded at least. And then he shuts his journal.]