by Numia on April 6th, 2016, 5:29 am
Looking across the yard for her mentor, Numia practically jumped when the deep voice of another Pycon plowed through her senses. Twitching, nervously, she spun around and took a step back - a step that didn’t have any ground beneath it. Numia fell tumbling through the air a couple of feet into the dirt, a cloud of dust blooming around her. When she regained herself, she realized what a klutz she was and felt a spark of fury inside her directed towards her own personality for being so naive. Climbing to her feet, she jumped to the wall again and scrambled up, this time more quickly than the last. When she finally stood before her potential mentor again, Numia cocked her head at the Pycon and listened to him chide her about the stairs. She covered her face with a hand and looked away, hiding a slight smile.
“I could never climb well,” she said, removing her hand from her face and looking the Pycon in the … eye. “I’ve been practicing.” A half-truth, she really hadn’t noticed the stairs because she was so focused on scaling a wall for the sake of scaling walls. Then, he spoke of danger. “I can usually hear when someone is moving close to me, I’m not usually caught by surprise. I haven’t been stepped on since Alvadas more than a year ago.” Numia brushed her chest with one of her hands, a black ampersand symbol dominating much of the surface area like a cheap costume sticker. Now that she paused and listened to the Pycon, she could hear little things such as his slight breathing and the air within his body shifting his clay around slightly. The Pycon looked her over, but then he made an odd clucking sound, letting slip a sigh before introducing himself. Humans were still much noisier, Numia thought.
“A pleasure to meet you, Ball,” Numia said, rather calmly for what had happened moments before. She was taken aback by his profound appearance, particularly the color of his clay on one side of his body. Can he change color as I can? The way he carried himself though told her far more than the way he looked, but she did have the vague feeling that Ball might be the sort of Pycon to be a simpleton although she shoved those thoughts away and listened to him intently because, as was demonstrated earlier, she herself already was one.
When Ball asked her to throw a punch, Numia nodded to him and approached cautiously. He said he wouldn’t hurt her, but the definition of ‘hurt’ wasn’t exactly universal she’d noticed. This notion became more important when the Pycon entered a stance that she had not seen before, deliberately spreading his legs a little bit and holding his hands in an odd position. Still, it was unlikely he would seriously hurt her. Ball encouraged her some more, mentioning that she could become a ‘formidable opponent’ if she followed his instruction well. It seemed promising. She wanted to learn, no, she had to learn how to fight. “Okay, straight and to the point. Here I go!” Numia took a step forward and wrapped her hand up into a tight ball, and then another step before she charged at Ball with her arm cocked backward as the humans did. The entirety of her arm wobbled as she turned her hips and thrust her clenched fist at Ball haphazardly, aiming for the Pycon’s face as he had asked. In the process, she lost her footing and was forced to bring her front foot even more forward with a heavy stomping motion or she would lose her balance entirely and fall.