Azura's POV
It's been two days since I remembered that I forgot my journal at the packhouse. Well, not entirely my fault, nobody expected anything whatsoever to happen that day.
Torin came out of the house with two wooden practice swords and the energy of someone who had been waiting to do this for a while.
Torin handed one to me and one to Liona, and then stood in front of us with his arms crossed and looked at us both the way a person looks at something they are trying to assess the full scale of before committing to an opinion.
"Basic stance first," he said. "Feet apart. Sword up. Eyes on whatever you are trying to hit." He demonstrated. His feet shifted into position without effort, the sword came up clean and steady, and he looked like he had been born standing exactly like that. "Simple."
I looked at the sword in my hand. Then at his stance. Then back at my sword.
"That looks easy," I said.
"It is," he said. "Watch."
