The pillow fell on top of Blythe's feet. Again, Satu? Really? Blythe's brain shouted angrily as Blythe sat up and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She could just barely make out the outline of Satu's body, and the furniture that lingered around the edges of her room. Blythe stretched her arms and reached for the pillow, she grabbed it, and as quietly as possible, pulled it to her. Perhaps the only way to quiet the student is to remind her who is the teacher. Delicately, Blythe clutched the bed sheets in her hands, and lifted it off her body. She swiveled so that her feet were hovering over the side of the bed. Blythe grabbed the pillow Satu had thrown at her, and clutched it close to her chest, as she pressed her toes into the floor. As though she were a ballerina on pointe, and the bed had merely been thrown in the way of her art. Slowly, Blythe allowed herself to stand. She was careful not to make any noise by pressing too deeply into the floorboards with her feet; so as to avoid creaking. But, thankfully, even if she had miss-stepped, the rain would more than likely conceal her blunder. Blythe tip-toed across the floor, until she was convinced she was standing over Satu's head. Alright Satu, time for your teacher to give you another lesson. Blythe loosened her grip on the pillow, and held the top of the case in her right hand. The pillow was dangling only inches above the ground. Blythe raised it a few more inches before a wide smile crossed her face, and she brought the pillow down. The pillow swung wildly in a wide arc, making a low swooshing sound as it sliced through the air, before producing a muffled thud upon impact, with what Blythe hoped was Satu's face and not the floor. For if she had hit the floor, she would alert Satu to her movements, and give her the leg up in her next attack. Surely the suvai wielder knew far more about tactical pillow warfare than Blythe ever would. Or tactics in general... OOCThe stuff in bold is what Blythe is thinking. |