Favchean smiles at her words and shifts so that his hands fall to each of her wrists, though the hand that takes the wrist of her dagger hand slides a little further to engulf her hand for a moment. "Grip it gently, not too firmly or it will be easy to jar from your grip, but not so loosely that the least movement sends it flying." His touch is infinitely gentle, as he moves his hand back to her wrist. His hands were large and squared, calloused from work and if his skin was not so dark the scars of practice and his rites of passage that he had participated in would be evident. She might be able to feel the rigid scar tissue on his right palm if she was paying attention.
"Ready?" He asks, the timbre of his voice lowering still in the quiet. This was the moment he loved best, the quiet stillness within his mind as both light and dark brother focused on only the movements of his body. After just a moment after asking his hand that cradles her dagger arm slides forward, his chest pressing against her for a moment before pushing her body forward just a little. The hand on her none-dagger arm raises her arm up, poising it high. Without a break, he draws the dagger hand back and up, bending her elbow in front of her face, in a defensive block. The other hand is brought to cross, creating a barrier of her arms before her face that could be dropped where ever a perceived blow would come from.
"Those are the first two poses," He still held her wrists, murmuring quietly to not break the stillness. "Do you wish to try on your own, or do you need another set to remind you?" As he speaks he slowly lets go of her wrists, giving her the choice to step away or to stay and be helped to run through the first two poses again.
"Ready?" He asks, the timbre of his voice lowering still in the quiet. This was the moment he loved best, the quiet stillness within his mind as both light and dark brother focused on only the movements of his body. After just a moment after asking his hand that cradles her dagger arm slides forward, his chest pressing against her for a moment before pushing her body forward just a little. The hand on her none-dagger arm raises her arm up, poising it high. Without a break, he draws the dagger hand back and up, bending her elbow in front of her face, in a defensive block. The other hand is brought to cross, creating a barrier of her arms before her face that could be dropped where ever a perceived blow would come from.
"Those are the first two poses," He still held her wrists, murmuring quietly to not break the stillness. "Do you wish to try on your own, or do you need another set to remind you?" As he speaks he slowly lets go of her wrists, giving her the choice to step away or to stay and be helped to run through the first two poses again.