The poke girl retreats but giggling, and sticks her tongue out. It's questionable whether she has learned anything.
"Is it so hard to pay attention to anything else when you're training?" Hesri wants to know, her head tilting. There's no rebuke in the question, she just seems puzzled. "There's plenty to do, and there are Sisters in the fields and the loomhouse right now. But we try to get everyone at least an hour or so to have fun every day anyway, except during the harvest or in some kind of disaster. These are the littles and most of the athletic girls - surely you can see how pulling a rope or wrestling isn't a waste of time."
It's probably more obvious to someone who's so embraced the community. ...Behind Hesri and some looky-loos, a small child is running after some slightly older girls, all of them shrieking gleefully as the little one tries to smear mud on them. Very practical, clearly. She has to raise her voice a bit more to be heard. "You have to save up the light before the fire takes you!"
"Oh, no, not the fire metaphors," Galli mutters, just loudly enough that Guts might pick it up. Recovered enough to move she lurches upright, bringing about half the mucky field with her on her back. "I'm going to wash off! This is going to itch when it dries!"
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"Is it so hard to pay attention to anything else when you're training?" Hesri wants to know, her head tilting. There's no rebuke in the question, she just seems puzzled. "There's plenty to do, and there are Sisters in the fields and the loomhouse right now. But we try to get everyone at least an hour or so to have fun every day anyway, except during the harvest or in some kind of disaster. These are the littles and most of the athletic girls - surely you can see how pulling a rope or wrestling isn't a waste of time."
It's probably more obvious to someone who's so embraced the community. ...Behind Hesri and some looky-loos, a small child is running after some slightly older girls, all of them shrieking gleefully as the little one tries to smear mud on them. Very practical, clearly. She has to raise her voice a bit more to be heard. "You have to save up the light before the fire takes you!"
"Oh, no, not the fire metaphors," Galli mutters, just loudly enough that Guts might pick it up. Recovered enough to move she lurches upright, bringing about half the mucky field with her on her back. "I'm going to wash off! This is going to itch when it dries!"