"So," Celeste said, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. "A dramari enchantress."
"Yeah. Sevryn Song. She works out of a workshop near the guild." Ashara stood in the center of the training room, rolling her wrists. "She watched me throw a few punches and, uh... told me I'm moving like a human."
"You're going to have to explain that one." Celeste crossed her arms, mildly amused.
"Right, so, she said I'm fighting stiff. Like a soldier. Planting my feet, squaring up, throwing everything I've got into every hit." Ashara dropped into her stance, showing Celeste what she meant. Feet set, shoulders squared, weight forward. "She said I'm a dancer forcing myself into a box that doesn't fit."
Celeste's brow furrowed. She pushed off the wall and walked a slow circle around Ashara, studying her stance from every angle.
"Do you doubt that your form is correct?"
