[ Oh, good. Now not only does he have to worry about stepping on Zevran's feet or, Creators forbid, falling over, now he has to worry about doing it in front of someone else. ...Still, he can't deny that dancing without music is perhaps not the best of choices. ]
I'll practice on my own some, too. [ He can't make Zevran do all the work, after all. And being more sure on his feet can only help. The only balancing act, then, is making sure he doesn't wear the boots too much that his feet hurt tomorrow.
Packing for the Western Approach can be discussed later, though at the thought that Zevran still intends to come with their group causes a strange, light feeling in his stomach. Excitement, he thinks. For now, he bids his new friend a good day.
True to his word, Lasulahn practices when he can. He tours Skyhold in the afternoon while wearing his boots, and while walking on snow, uneven ground and mud does wonders for learning to balance, he ends up spending a bit of his rare free time in the evening cleaning the muck from the soft, light leather. What would the Orlesians say if he arrived to the Winter Palace with stained boots?
In the morning, Lasulahn returns to the abandoned hall of Skyhold's lower floor, adorned once again in his new boots (and the socks Zevran had kindly given him, washed and dried by the fireplace the night before. He peeks round the door frame, wondering if he was perhaps too early in his eagerness. ]
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I'll practice on my own some, too. [ He can't make Zevran do all the work, after all. And being more sure on his feet can only help. The only balancing act, then, is making sure he doesn't wear the boots too much that his feet hurt tomorrow.
Packing for the Western Approach can be discussed later, though at the thought that Zevran still intends to come with their group causes a strange, light feeling in his stomach. Excitement, he thinks. For now, he bids his new friend a good day.
True to his word, Lasulahn practices when he can. He tours Skyhold in the afternoon while wearing his boots, and while walking on snow, uneven ground and mud does wonders for learning to balance, he ends up spending a bit of his rare free time in the evening cleaning the muck from the soft, light leather. What would the Orlesians say if he arrived to the Winter Palace with stained boots?
In the morning, Lasulahn returns to the abandoned hall of Skyhold's lower floor, adorned once again in his new boots (and the socks Zevran had kindly given him, washed and dried by the fireplace the night before. He peeks round the door frame, wondering if he was perhaps too early in his eagerness. ]