Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past Who: Emmy and Deryn What: grasshopper-ing Where: the Temple When: Saturday, January 5
Deryn had not expected many people to attend her first Pinyon class, on that first Saturday afternoon. Glynn was a small town, but word still needed to get around, and trust in the new Robor to build. She hadn't even led her first services. So all in all, the four people who showed up on Saturday afternoon were four more than she would have hoped for, even if their Pinyon forms were lazy at best.
She would take the time it took to bring them higher, make them better, if they really wanted to be.
She led them through some of the basic forms again before the class ended, then walked among them as they repeated the forms, and she corrected the hold of a leg, the curve of an arm, but beyond that, the balance, the intent. Those were what mattered most.
A girl walked into the Temple shortly before the end of class, and Deryn kept an eye on her as she helped the four parishioners through their forms, in the central space of the Temple, chairs pushed off to the sides. The girl seemed to be paying close attention, rather than wanting to intervene and deliver a message, or being impatient about talking to someone of the Faith. A straggler, late for class, maybe? Or just someone too shy or too well-mannered to interrupt?
Once Deryn had led her four pupils through the final form of any Pinyon class, ending on their knees in front of the Gods, she congratulated them, told them goodbye, and headed over to the probably Tillan girl, to smile at her in a friendly manner, dressed in some loose pants, a sleeveless, V-neck tunic that showed quite a few of her tattoos, and some flexible, light flat shoes. "Interested in Pinyon, or just here to meet the new Robor?"