Training

[18:44] <Zia> I wasn't sure of what I was suppose to add.
[18:45] * Zia - Her mismatched eyes searched along the barriers of the waste land. The war scene had completely wiped any possibilities of having a living made there by anyone except the cruelties of imprisonment of criminals, and even then a bare minimum of life. Katsa pushed back her russet colored hair. the small waves of curls falling back into the same place as before. The sun blistered down as if breathing down her neck, drops of sweat dribbling down the long sleeved tradional wear of the royal guards. But Katsa was different from the other guards, her eyes showed that she was Graced. Diagnosed with the Grace of killing, she could still remember the day she had killed a man who tried to touch her. Pushing the thought away, Katsa took a firm hold onto her small dagger next her. The seventeen year old had kept the blade with her ever since she met up with king, who presented her with the cursed weapon. Katsa, took a few more observing glances around the wrecked scene, before pivoting to walk away. Nothing else to be done.
[18:47] <Ran> Not bad at all.
[18:47] <Ran> I talk it you read a lot?
[18:47] <Ran> take, too
[18:47] <Zia> I like to, yes
[18:48] <Ran> Its obvious in the way you write.
[18:48] <Ran> I want you to try again
[18:48] <Ran> This time expand on her looks and whats going on around her.
[18:49] <Zia> So like an actual story
[18:49] <Zia> Like, just setting
[18:49] <Ran> Mhmmm.
[18:49] <Zia> ?
[18:49] <Ran> Well
[18:49] <Ran> You  need to be more broad, you did perfect on how she thinkgs and her emotions.
[18:50] <Ran> You need to describe her image, and whats going on around her
[18:50] <Ran> ambience is key
[18:50] <Zia> Mmmokie
[19:17] <Zia> Ok, not sure if this is any better, but.
[19:17] * Zia - The girl sat down with her legs crossed onto the hard rock of the old battle marking place. Her grassy green and ocean blue eyed gaze ran along the paths that the soliders had once stumbled upon. She glanced to her left, then shifting her eyes in the tragic arena. The once luch green trees had somehow broken down to a frivolous view for a once great palace worthy region. Katsa's fingertips nervously picked at the smooth fabric of her leather pants. Her well tanned skin shined in the sunlight each time her face tilted a different angle. Her small figure appeared to be out of place in the wreckage, rightfully so at that. She swallowed back her nervousness and kept a straight face. A fighter never showed true emotion other than boasting. She found that the hard way. She stretched out her long longs, being tall for a lady her age, and leaned back on her arms as she took in another view. The female was eager to push this mission behind her, of course, having dinner with the other royals and friends of the king's later. Katsa knew she should be heading back to be dressed formally even though she hated it, but felt as if she still had not seen something she should have. Groaning, she rolled up onto her feet, hands on her hips as she started to gracefully strided through the dry, cracked dirt. A few moments later she twisted, but soon stopped. A glimmer had caught her peripheral vision. Bending down with her fingers outstretched, she grasped a chain. She held it closer to her face, almost right up to her nose to examine the piece. The necklace was a green emerald, still in peek condition though a little battered here and there, though could be easily fix. Finally feeling as if she accomplished something, she swirled back on her heel; her elbow length hair flaring out to either side as she did. Her smile barely showed as she dawdled back to the kingdom.
[19:19] <Ran> Aaah
[19:19] <Ran> Now that was a wonderful post.
[19:19] <Ran> Fuck me, I don't have to teach you much on that regard.
[19:19] <Ran> You'll only get better by doing.