54 Searing Year 124
[Closed - Solo]
With a few season's practice, Hilana had approached Naritza for evaluation and further practice. She did, however, need to wait for the busker to finish her performance in the Port Vasta District. She had picked up enough from her first few lessons with her to recognize some of the tricks being done now - one of which was the breakaway crack, as the young woman had called it - she rapidly performed and overhead figure-eight with her whip, before cracking it a third time in front of her horizontally. As Hilana watched her, she was following her motions and movements, scrutinizing not only her stance, but her grip on the whip's handle.
The third crack of the breakaway came from that final flick of the wrist, and it was vital that one came off of of the overhead figure-eight with enough speed to make that flick happen in order to make the sudden, unexpected crack. There were others, like the singleton and the volley, the latter of which Hilana was working regularly on mastering. She may not have been an expert by any means, but she was stubborn enough to keep going. She had the work ethic to know that you did not practice until you got it right, one had to practice until they couldn't get it wrong.
At last, Naritza took a bow before the crowd, and a handful of coins, from copper to the odd silver, were tossed into the ceramic pot in front of her. Once the crowd thinned, Hilana approached her as she was putting the lid on her jar. She added a few coins to the pot just as the lid closed. "That was incredible to watch," she smiled at her. "I don't suppose you might have time for another lesson? Or would it need to be another day?"
[Closed - Solo]
With a few season's practice, Hilana had approached Naritza for evaluation and further practice. She did, however, need to wait for the busker to finish her performance in the Port Vasta District. She had picked up enough from her first few lessons with her to recognize some of the tricks being done now - one of which was the breakaway crack, as the young woman had called it - she rapidly performed and overhead figure-eight with her whip, before cracking it a third time in front of her horizontally. As Hilana watched her, she was following her motions and movements, scrutinizing not only her stance, but her grip on the whip's handle.
The third crack of the breakaway came from that final flick of the wrist, and it was vital that one came off of of the overhead figure-eight with enough speed to make that flick happen in order to make the sudden, unexpected crack. There were others, like the singleton and the volley, the latter of which Hilana was working regularly on mastering. She may not have been an expert by any means, but she was stubborn enough to keep going. She had the work ethic to know that you did not practice until you got it right, one had to practice until they couldn't get it wrong.
At last, Naritza took a bow before the crowd, and a handful of coins, from copper to the odd silver, were tossed into the ceramic pot in front of her. Once the crowd thinned, Hilana approached her as she was putting the lid on her jar. She added a few coins to the pot just as the lid closed. "That was incredible to watch," she smiled at her. "I don't suppose you might have time for another lesson? Or would it need to be another day?"