[ When Gideon rises the butterfly takes to the air again, hovering until the (other) cavalier is upright before she flits to her shoulder to perch there. She grows there, puffing up her size to a whole hand's worth of wingspan. ]
That's fine. One thing at a time. [ A press of encouragement. ] Feet wider than your hips, knees a little bent, shoulders back. Make a line and keep your weight in it.
If you feel sick, put your left thumb in your palm and make a fist.
[ A brush of wingtip against Gideon's jawline. Another pulse of support, shot through with reserved sadness. ]
I'm sorry she said anything about your necromancer.
[ There should be a she didn't mean it, a plea for grace. It doesn't come. ]
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That's fine. One thing at a time. [ A press of encouragement. ] Feet wider than your hips, knees a little bent, shoulders back. Make a line and keep your weight in it.
If you feel sick, put your left thumb in your palm and make a fist.
[ A brush of wingtip against Gideon's jawline. Another pulse of support, shot through with reserved sadness. ]
I'm sorry she said anything about your necromancer.
[ There should be a she didn't mean it, a plea for grace. It doesn't come. ]