[ Just holding it is gonna be at least one step further than anything she's done with shadow magic before …
Korone's smile brightens to a bright, beaming grin. She asked for this challenge; there's no way she's going to give it anything less than everything. ]
I'll do my best! [ First, though, she dispels the glamour on her tail (which was already hidden by her skirt). She's been practising that particular trick a lot over this past week, holding it for up to half an hour at a time in various environments, testing her willpower and her concentration. Dropping it is like a weight off her shoulders … except instead of her shoulders it's her brain? Whew.
That done, she reaches for his staff, drawing from their previous lessons and especially from the memory of how it had felt when he used shadow magic. It's enough that she's able to hold it; able to feel the weight of it in her hand. ]
He watches her like any proud father would, making a soft, approving sound when she's able to hold the staff. It's quite heavy by default but she'd be able to lighten it up with enough effort.
He avoids saying anything positive for taboo reasons.
[ That little sound of approval alone is enough to see her wings puff up happily. ]
Hefty … [ Korone doesn't sound at all intimidated by that. Big stick good. She bounces it in her hand, then gently tosses it from one to the other, back again and back again.
Next comes a twirl, two-handed to start. The shadows waver but she manages to pull it back together long before she might have lost her grip. ]
Macaque watches her work with the staff, pleased that she can handle it and only had to adjust the once. (It's a pain that he can't tell her so, but alas. Indirect compliments will have to do.)
A short distance away, Macaque sets up a series of shadow targets. Each has a different color of light shot through it, so therefore each of them will require a slight adjustment to strike.
[ Holding it is straightforward enough, though she wouldn't necessarily call it easy — goodness knows she won't be able to fight with this anytime soon. Moving it … that's trickier, as she'd expected, and using it to hit a target is gonna be another step up from there.
She gives it another twirl or two. Left hand, right hand, both hands once again. It all stays steady and solid … … until she takes a step forward, and promptly has to pause, adjusting again.
… Another step?
Another adjustment.
Another step — success! She lets out a breath once she finally makes it across the short distance to the first target, shooting Macaque a quick smile to reassure him that she's not getting discouraged. Then, she turns her attention to the target; to the angle of the light and the play of it through the shadows. Looking from it to the staff and back again, until she finally thinks, okay, she's probably got this — and strikes!
It's not nearly powerful enough to break the target. Nowhere close. But it's a solid, physical hit with a satisfying thunk to it, holy shit! She chirps in delight, her wings fluffing and flaring out — and that moment of excited distraction is enough to break her concentration, and by proxy her grip on the staff. ]
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Re: May 13th
Korone's smile brightens to a bright, beaming grin. She asked for this challenge; there's no way she's going to give it anything less than everything. ]
I'll do my best! [ First, though, she dispels the glamour on her tail (which was already hidden by her skirt). She's been practising that particular trick a lot over this past week, holding it for up to half an hour at a time in various environments, testing her willpower and her concentration. Dropping it is like a weight off her shoulders … except instead of her shoulders it's her brain? Whew.
That done, she reaches for his staff, drawing from their previous lessons and especially from the memory of how it had felt when he used shadow magic. It's enough that she's able to hold it; able to feel the weight of it in her hand. ]
Re: May 13th
He avoids saying anything positive for taboo reasons.
"Try handling it a bit. Whatever feels right."
Re: May 13th
Hefty … [ Korone doesn't sound at all intimidated by that. Big stick good. She bounces it in her hand, then gently tosses it from one to the other, back again and back again.
Next comes a twirl, two-handed to start. The shadows waver but she manages to pull it back together long before she might have lost her grip. ]
Re: May 13th
A short distance away, Macaque sets up a series of shadow targets. Each has a different color of light shot through it, so therefore each of them will require a slight adjustment to strike.
"Show me what you've got, babygirl."
Re: May 13th
She gives it another twirl or two. Left hand, right hand, both hands once again. It all stays steady and solid … … until she takes a step forward, and promptly has to pause, adjusting again.
… Another step?
Another adjustment.
Another step — success! She lets out a breath once she finally makes it across the short distance to the first target, shooting Macaque a quick smile to reassure him that she's not getting discouraged. Then, she turns her attention to the target; to the angle of the light and the play of it through the shadows. Looking from it to the staff and back again, until she finally thinks, okay, she's probably got this — and strikes!
It's not nearly powerful enough to break the target. Nowhere close. But it's a solid, physical hit with a satisfying thunk to it, holy shit! She chirps in delight, her wings fluffing and flaring out — and that moment of excited distraction is enough to break her concentration, and by proxy her grip on the staff. ]
Oopsie—!