Post by Eve Vardell on Feb 15, 2009 13:25:28 GMT -5
Eve had thought it would be much more awkward, more uncomfortable, living in a strange woman's home. She had only accepted Molly's offer at all because it seemed the only way to learn what she knew, and had followed her back to her house with a twisting trepidation in her gut. After only three days of the new living arrangements, though, Eve could honestly say that she had stopped feeling awkward at all.
She was far too exhausted for that.
Eve had thought that she'd been tough before she'd first taken to the road. She was physically fit from years of dance classes, and didn't mind walking long distances when the now-illegal art of hitchhiking didn't yield results. She'd quickly realized that it took a lot more than just a toned body to survive without a home. It took a sharp eye to find places to sleep where she wouldn't be discovered by the police or attacked by any number of crazies. It took an ability to continue to function when these opportunities did not present themselves. It took a hundred other little skills that never would have occurred to her before she'd found herself in exactly that situation. Even with access to her mother's credit card for emergency rooming and for food, it had by no means been an easy few months. So, of course, she'd been sure that her trials would have prepared her for training with Molly.
She hadn't known a thing. Three days, she had been there, and she had already learned more about hand-to-hand combat than she was certain most martial artists discovered in a year. And, according to Molly, that was only preliminary to her weapons training. After all, "you can't learn to fight with a weapon if you've got no clue how to handle yourself without one. But empty hands aren't gonna do much of anything when staring down a wolf." There was going to be knife training, soon, too, and already it had been hinted that she would be learning not only how to shoot, but to assemble, guns.
But more important than that, in Eve's mind, anyway, was the information she was gaining about the supernatural world. At obscure intervals, whenever something important seemed to occur to her, Molly would stop whatever they were doing and describe to Eve something else about wolf lore, or even hunting, itself. And it was becoming more apparent with every one of these stories exactly how much Molly hated werewolves.
With that in mind, Eve had restructured her sleeping schedule to avoid suspicion. It wasn't the full moon anymore, so it was safe to sleep at night. The sudden switch should have been enough to leave her head spinning, but she was so exhausted by the Hunter's training that as soon as Molly told her they were finished for the day, Eve would find herself collapsing into bed without any trouble.
As long as she kept track of when the full moon was coming up again - and after everything, how could she possibly forget? - there wouldn't be any problem.
She was far too exhausted for that.
Eve had thought that she'd been tough before she'd first taken to the road. She was physically fit from years of dance classes, and didn't mind walking long distances when the now-illegal art of hitchhiking didn't yield results. She'd quickly realized that it took a lot more than just a toned body to survive without a home. It took a sharp eye to find places to sleep where she wouldn't be discovered by the police or attacked by any number of crazies. It took an ability to continue to function when these opportunities did not present themselves. It took a hundred other little skills that never would have occurred to her before she'd found herself in exactly that situation. Even with access to her mother's credit card for emergency rooming and for food, it had by no means been an easy few months. So, of course, she'd been sure that her trials would have prepared her for training with Molly.
She hadn't known a thing. Three days, she had been there, and she had already learned more about hand-to-hand combat than she was certain most martial artists discovered in a year. And, according to Molly, that was only preliminary to her weapons training. After all, "you can't learn to fight with a weapon if you've got no clue how to handle yourself without one. But empty hands aren't gonna do much of anything when staring down a wolf." There was going to be knife training, soon, too, and already it had been hinted that she would be learning not only how to shoot, but to assemble, guns.
But more important than that, in Eve's mind, anyway, was the information she was gaining about the supernatural world. At obscure intervals, whenever something important seemed to occur to her, Molly would stop whatever they were doing and describe to Eve something else about wolf lore, or even hunting, itself. And it was becoming more apparent with every one of these stories exactly how much Molly hated werewolves.
With that in mind, Eve had restructured her sleeping schedule to avoid suspicion. It wasn't the full moon anymore, so it was safe to sleep at night. The sudden switch should have been enough to leave her head spinning, but she was so exhausted by the Hunter's training that as soon as Molly told her they were finished for the day, Eve would find herself collapsing into bed without any trouble.
As long as she kept track of when the full moon was coming up again - and after everything, how could she possibly forget? - there wouldn't be any problem.