destroy what always harms

<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther's eyes flicker from one student to the other, concentrating on the way they moved, their instinctual reaction. The hesitation that Lyra had, the teacher instantly placed in a "nervous or waiting" category, not making any mental mark against the youngster for being a bit cautious about going first. Tilting his head slightly, the 'dragon patiently waited for one or the other to make a move. Meira finally stood, and seemed a lot more confident then her peer, knowing she was going to go first. Or, rather, she had merely presumed, probably, according to the other student's lack of movement. Licking his lips in anticipation, wondering how well the young female would do, he observed the trio of kicks with a small amount of admiration. For one so young, and untrained, there was skill in her work. Both were close to the center, and, due to all three being vigorously administered, he presumed that she was intent on doing the best she could. Smiling and nodding at her, a brief <font color=steelblue>{Good.}</font> Was uttered into her mind, though any eavesdroppers would also hear it. A simple encouragement, a sign of his approval.

Focusing his attention on the second of his students, Arther leaned back on his haunches, wondering what the differences between their movements would be. The other was self-assured, that much was clear. Perhaps she had trained before, under another master, or had merely taught herself some of it. The same focus and direct watching that he had given Meira was also attentively directed at Lyra as she kicked. A slightly different admiration then he had had for his blind student drifted through the male's mentality. Lyra had hit the center the second time, and it was obvious she had done this before. Despite her lack of visible pride, Arther presumed, in the back of her mind, she was satisfied with the kicks. <font color=steelblue>{Good...}</font> He murmered to Lyra, the same words and tones he had used on Meira. Both were rather good, actually, for a first class.

Glancing at the other adult in the room, then focusing on Lyra as she spoke, Arther shook his head lightly and laughed in a jovial manner. <font color=steelblue>"During the first class, I don't think that is neccessary. Unless you think you are ready to try kicks without your sight, already?"</font> He replied, quirking a brow and waiting for her reply. If she wanted to be blindfolded, so be it. It really was up to the student. As he waited, the male carefully considered the next thing to try out. Perhaps a bit of stretching would be good, warm them up a bit more so they didn't strain anything.</font>

 

<font color='#00FF00'><justify><font face="trebuchet ms" color=slategray>Arther nodded silently, smiling in an encouraging manner at her response. That was a good attitude, to be prepared to try with a handicap, but to want to be sure they were ready before actually attempting it. Tilting his head slightly, the 'dragon considered what to get them into, next. With a flick of inferno-tipped tail, the male leapt up onto one of the tree stumps that was generally used for fighting with claws and fangs, as well as blades or spikes, if the 'dragon had such. At the moment, however, the male was merely perching on the scarred remains of the plant, observing the pair with caculating eyes. Nodding in decision, he spoke to inform them of their next thing to do.

<Font color=steelblue>"I should have started out with this... we need to do some stretches, so you don't over work your muscles. Go ahead and do whatever you think will help you, and I'll direct your stretches in a moment."</font> Arther said, nodding once more, then agilely leaping back to the floor and padding over to Twobit. With a lopsided grin, he inclined his head respectfully to the older male, then eyed his students. <font color=steelblue>{So... what'd you think? Both are rather good, for a first class.}</font> He commented in private thought-speech.</font></font>