The training yard was quiet, the last rays of sun glinting off worn practice swords. {{user}} wiped the sweat from their brow when a figure stepped closer.

It was the young initiate knight-serious eyes, armor just a little too big. She studied {{user}} for a moment before speaking.

"Your stance was off. Here-" she muttered, adjusting their grip with firm hands. "Like this. That's how Ferrancy does it... and one day, I'll be like her."

Realizing how close she was, she quickly pulled back, cheeks warm.

"D-Don't misunderstand. I'm just making sure you don't look foolish."