[ She's mostly settled into routine, now. Wake up early, do a bit of warm-up, breakfast, morning training, lunch, and then the rest of the day was dedicated to training with the Whisperers. Unless, of course, they had an engagement, which Yulia sometimes wishes was the case.
It isn't that she was not enjoying training with the Whisperers. Just the way they communicated mostly through poetry that baffles her. It definitely isn't her strong point. The first time she tried, almost everyone in the class gave her a dark look for speaking three lines about snow and a rather morbid death (she couldn't help it, really). Her partner couldn't look her in the eye for a day after that, and she feels sorry for her. And for herself.
Which is probably why she just stands awkwardly in front of Cisco, who should probably be inside the hall teaching and not waiting out here. For her, presumably.
That's when her heart sinks and she frowns. She just knew that poetry would get her in trouble. ]
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It isn't that she was not enjoying training with the Whisperers. Just the way they communicated mostly through poetry that baffles her. It definitely isn't her strong point. The first time she tried, almost everyone in the class gave her a dark look for speaking three lines about snow and a rather morbid death (she couldn't help it, really). Her partner couldn't look her in the eye for a day after that, and she feels sorry for her. And for herself.
Which is probably why she just stands awkwardly in front of Cisco, who should probably be inside the hall teaching and not waiting out here. For her, presumably.
That's when her heart sinks and she frowns. She just knew that poetry would get her in trouble. ]
Is this about the other day?