Oh it’s always fun to scandalise but hanging around with Zevran has only encouraged the streak in her that she learned to temper in the guards, at least around more polite company. “Well naturally, I’ve been doing this longer but one day you’ll get there and be the envy of all your friends. Some people like some things more than others though - men or women, dark hair or light, tall and muscled or small and lithe. No one can help what they like.” It’s why her policy is to like everything just not quite equally.
One day. One day they can terrify anyone on the balcony or at the front steps by leaping off and whooping. Especially Templars.
“Not a problem.” She jumps up and down on the spot for a moment, stretching and letting one of her wrists pop because it’s colder up here than it is when you’ve at least got the shelter of the wall. “What you want to do is stand with your heels at the very edge of the wall and then you lean and let yourself go. Arms out at your sides, not right out but,” she demonstrates as she speaks, arms a few inches out from her sides but not held high, “like that. Legs a bit apart - honestly so long as you don’t flail and just let yourself fall, your body will move the way it should. You just spread your weight out so it’s not all in one place and that’s why you keep yourself as loose and relaxed as possible, like sinking into a hot bath. The higher you fall, the more you’ll want to spread unless it’s water. With water, you always try to dive, it takes so much momentum out of it and you can pop up and start swimming.”
And with that, it’s time to demonstrate herself, smile on her face as she takes up position and lets herself go, falling back with a smile until she hits the pile of straw with a soft thump, springing up to her feet immediately to shake it out of her curls although she doesn’t quite manage. This time on the way back up, she uses the normal technique, a few longer strides as she runs up, feet planted, knee at her chest then moving upward quickly, reappearing moments later to stand beside him so she can clap him on the arm.
“You’ll do better than fine, when you know you’re going to fall and you know that you know how to land, nothing goes wrong.”
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One day. One day they can terrify anyone on the balcony or at the front steps by leaping off and whooping. Especially Templars.
“Not a problem.” She jumps up and down on the spot for a moment, stretching and letting one of her wrists pop because it’s colder up here than it is when you’ve at least got the shelter of the wall. “What you want to do is stand with your heels at the very edge of the wall and then you lean and let yourself go. Arms out at your sides, not right out but,” she demonstrates as she speaks, arms a few inches out from her sides but not held high, “like that. Legs a bit apart - honestly so long as you don’t flail and just let yourself fall, your body will move the way it should. You just spread your weight out so it’s not all in one place and that’s why you keep yourself as loose and relaxed as possible, like sinking into a hot bath. The higher you fall, the more you’ll want to spread unless it’s water. With water, you always try to dive, it takes so much momentum out of it and you can pop up and start swimming.”
And with that, it’s time to demonstrate herself, smile on her face as she takes up position and lets herself go, falling back with a smile until she hits the pile of straw with a soft thump, springing up to her feet immediately to shake it out of her curls although she doesn’t quite manage. This time on the way back up, she uses the normal technique, a few longer strides as she runs up, feet planted, knee at her chest then moving upward quickly, reappearing moments later to stand beside him so she can clap him on the arm.
“You’ll do better than fine, when you know you’re going to fall and you know that you know how to land, nothing goes wrong.”
Mainly because no one here has pistols