Okay, round two! And a proper drabble this time, too. This one was written while I was in my Integrated Language Arts class, and we were talking about poetry. Not a poem, thank goodness for you, but just a drabble. For the record, a pole is my favorite weapon for Penelo to use, and please, no "Bow Chicka Wow Wow!" jokes here.
085. She – Grace and Power
She fights with a pole, a supple length of wood. She twirls it around herself and herself around it, striking at her enemies from where the least expect it. He watches her shining for in the unblinking sunlight of the plain, out of the corner of his eye as he helps the party drop a group of Mesmenirs. A carelessly tossed potion heals Vaan, and he tries to pretend he's not watching her. They have been parted, and he is fascinated by her movements-equally graceful and powerful.
He only prays that she might one day notice him this same way.
Owari
