She expects the adjustment of her hands, of the slate, but the touch on her shoulders is unexpected enough for her to tense slightly.
"Not really," she answers, breezing past that momentary discomfort. "I use both about the same when I have my daggers." And without daggers, it's all legs and feet and kicking.
"Well," Marcus says, moving around to loom at a more comfortable distance. "Writing is as much a physical activity as it is a mental one. You'll have to train your hand. To drill you, I'd provide shapes and forms for you to copy at length, so that you can focus on mastering the basics rather than concern yourself with legibility."
He turns to his seat. "Once it becomes natural, the rest will follow."
"Shapes and forms?" Her brows knit in a frown and she looks between Marcus and the slate in her hands. "Not letters? Or--I guess letters are made of shapes and forms, aren't they..."
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"Not really," she answers, breezing past that momentary discomfort. "I use both about the same when I have my daggers." And without daggers, it's all legs and feet and kicking.
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He turns to his seat. "Once it becomes natural, the rest will follow."
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