Dakshana learned to dance, the proper way to tilt her head or cast her gaze or sway her hips so her audience would be distracted long enough for Old Master to slay a target. She learned to sew her own clothing and weave her own rope, to forge her own weapons and tools and how to improvise whatever she needed. Old Master made her learn the ways of armies, and they spent hours considering strategically placed stones in the snow until Dakshana could defeat Old Master with her army of rocks. They didn’t sleep and they only ate when necessary.
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