Prompt suggested by dravvie
"For Light’s sakes, Liragren, I’m wearing a robe over fancy underwear, and you can’t even hit me, are you trying?"
Ilithia Hale paced, her robe tied loosely at the waist, slippered feet with embersilk stockings running up her shins and past her knees as she turned on one heel, and paced back to her student. Liragren held her staff in two hands, clenching the weapon tightly - Ilithia held a wooden stick, as long as her forearm, gesturing with it, sweeping motions as she spoke.
"Your hands are too tightly close together. It changes your center of balance to fight with a stave like that," Ilithia swings the stick about towards Liragren loosely, "Spread your hands out. Where you hold your stave changes how you might want to use it. If you intend to poke me, you’d want to have a hand near the bottom of the stave - the not-pointy part, I know you know this but if I don’t say so and you hurt yourself, I want the right to be able to laugh at you."
Liragren groused, grumbling beneath her breath as she moved her hands, spreading them further apart, her legs shifting slightly to hold her balance.
"There, yes, I like that. I understand that warlockery is this magical art and we will likely be standing at a safe distance and wiggling our fingers and throwing magic and shadow everywhere," Ilithia continued lecturing, "But as you’ve likely seen, being able to push the pointy end of a stick into your enemy isn’t so bad a skill either."
Ilithia gestured with her hand, moving to poke the blunted stick towards Liragren, who smacked it away with her stave. “I didn’t ask for a lecture today. Who are you to tell me all this?”
"Who are you to decide I don’t have anything worth listening to, even after all this time?"
"You’re a lecher! A pervert of the highest caliber - you didn’t even dress decently for this session!" Liragren continued, "You chase the idea of power like a a rodent drawn to food, and do drastic things to make yourself feel better about yourself afterwards!"
"Fair criticisms, all of these," Ilithia interjected, before Liragren overran her with her own speech.
"Your greatest accomplishment since coming back from Orgrimmar has been handing out jobs to people who stumble in, and then taking what earnings you’ve made to the brothels - did you enjoy yourself? Was it worth losing the respect of those closest to you?"
"This isn’t about the training at all, is it, Liragren?" Ilithia lowered the practice sword, tightening the belt of her robe, failing to hide the embarrassment on her face. "Fine. Pull up your stick. This ends in tears, if you’re going to push like that."
- Reblogged from snackerston