ZUZU MANSUR
A blazing gaze looked down upon Reiman banners, the Sun interested in Trepolis that morning. It was not clear where he might be looking, but it seemed that his golden light was concentrated upon Flavrian’s estate, where Zubaidah was training with the centurion Lukios.
‘Huh, there’s something wrong…’ As they crossed blades, for the ninth or tenth time in a row, Lukios looked towards Zubaidah with a puzzled expression. ‘Is my form off?’ Tired but playful, stretching her arms from their hour-long session, Zubaidah shared a smile and joking sighs with Lukios.
‘Nah, quite the opposite.’ He was met with a wider smile from Zubaidah, twirling her spear towards Lukios. ‘So is it too good?’
‘I don’t know if I’d phrase - ’ He was interrupted from a balcony overlooking the courtyard, where Flavrian was watching over their practice. ‘Your form and your manner conflict with one another.’
‘What do you mean?’
She received his message with a bit of sass, eyes smouldering towards him, as if challenging Flavrian’s opinion. He did not back down, however, looking down at Zubaidah with his usual stoic expression, marred only by his ruffled collar and untied shoes.
‘You are well-versed in conventional Reiman and Parthevian spearmanship. I cannot doubt your skills from each school, but your manner does not suit the form taught within either school.’
‘How might I phrase it best?’
He paused for a second, thinking about what he meant, before his eyes brightened with an answer.
‘You are a dancer at heart.’
‘Your manner as a dancer asks for fluidness and spontaneity such that your adherence to Reiman or Parthevian teachings restricts your own combat-style. There is a spear in your hand, but your body does not see it as something organic to its own fluidness.’
‘How might I solve that problem?’
‘Hmm, I doubt that myself or Lukios could provide any solutions, if I am being honest.’
‘I would not call that helpful.’
‘Let me think…’ He glanced towards the study on the other side of the balcony doors, gaze focused towards something unseen. ‘Hmm, you should ask Anna.’ He turned towards Zubaidah, stern and confidant, before he hesitated and his confidence fell. ‘Hmm, but she retired to her dancer’s retreat…’
Confusion came upon Zubaidah, before her smile grew even wider and brighter, launching into a string of questions and more questions.
‘What retreat? Wait, you don’t mean that retreat? How has she even been allowed to host it? She is still under house arrest, is she not?!’
‘One question at a time, please!’ He watched the sky, racking his brain, and flitted between study and clouds in his gaze. ‘First, she was relieved from her house arrest, thanks to your and Caligulas’ help. As for the rest, I am sure that you know the details better than me. All I know is that Anna went away in such a hurry that I can only imagine the fun she has planned. Especially with all the wine she packed for herself…’
When he looked back towards Zubaidah, however, Flavrian saw Lukios standing alone in the courtyard. With one glance towards the smiling Lukios, he realised that Zubaidah had gone as soon as he said ‘Anna’.
‘Well, that was a bit quick, and a bit rude…’
‘Huh, there’s something wrong…’ As they crossed blades, for the ninth or tenth time in a row, Lukios looked towards Zubaidah with a puzzled expression. ‘Is my form off?’ Tired but playful, stretching her arms from their hour-long session, Zubaidah shared a smile and joking sighs with Lukios.
‘Nah, quite the opposite.’ He was met with a wider smile from Zubaidah, twirling her spear towards Lukios. ‘So is it too good?’
‘I don’t know if I’d phrase - ’ He was interrupted from a balcony overlooking the courtyard, where Flavrian was watching over their practice. ‘Your form and your manner conflict with one another.’
‘What do you mean?’
She received his message with a bit of sass, eyes smouldering towards him, as if challenging Flavrian’s opinion. He did not back down, however, looking down at Zubaidah with his usual stoic expression, marred only by his ruffled collar and untied shoes.
‘You are well-versed in conventional Reiman and Parthevian spearmanship. I cannot doubt your skills from each school, but your manner does not suit the form taught within either school.’
‘How might I phrase it best?’
He paused for a second, thinking about what he meant, before his eyes brightened with an answer.
‘You are a dancer at heart.’
‘Your manner as a dancer asks for fluidness and spontaneity such that your adherence to Reiman or Parthevian teachings restricts your own combat-style. There is a spear in your hand, but your body does not see it as something organic to its own fluidness.’
‘How might I solve that problem?’
‘Hmm, I doubt that myself or Lukios could provide any solutions, if I am being honest.’
‘I would not call that helpful.’
‘Let me think…’ He glanced towards the study on the other side of the balcony doors, gaze focused towards something unseen. ‘Hmm, you should ask Anna.’ He turned towards Zubaidah, stern and confidant, before he hesitated and his confidence fell. ‘Hmm, but she retired to her dancer’s retreat…’
Confusion came upon Zubaidah, before her smile grew even wider and brighter, launching into a string of questions and more questions.
‘What retreat? Wait, you don’t mean that retreat? How has she even been allowed to host it? She is still under house arrest, is she not?!’
‘One question at a time, please!’ He watched the sky, racking his brain, and flitted between study and clouds in his gaze. ‘First, she was relieved from her house arrest, thanks to your and Caligulas’ help. As for the rest, I am sure that you know the details better than me. All I know is that Anna went away in such a hurry that I can only imagine the fun she has planned. Especially with all the wine she packed for herself…’
When he looked back towards Zubaidah, however, Flavrian saw Lukios standing alone in the courtyard. With one glance towards the smiling Lukios, he realised that Zubaidah had gone as soon as he said ‘Anna’.
‘Well, that was a bit quick, and a bit rude…’
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