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❝ R-Really..? ❞

The pushing stopped as his leaning position popped its upright position. His eyes, always his eyes, looks over at his mother. A smile. Has he really done something good..? He didn’t even reached to the tiniest tip, not even the tip of his skin or toenail. But no matter, at least he tried. He then gave a smile back. A little light scratch on his mane he gave himself with his own hand.

"Yes, Yarne. You did good. We will work on this with patience." Panne wanted to preserve her legacy as best as she could -- and she knew how it felt to carry the burden of being the last of your race on your shoulders.

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Panne kneeled, sitting right behind Yarne. Waiting for him to stretch his legs out, she pressed against him; pushing his torso forwards to touch his toes. “Touch your toes.”

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His eyes once more takes a look at his mother, then back forward. His legs spread wide, nice and stretched into a straight line with then feeling a push on his back. He body lean forward with then hearing his mother’s command. His arms, stretching as far as he can as the tip of his fingers were trying to make its destination. So close it was to his toes, trying to lean more, but would cause a bit more pain that he is already feeling now from all of this stretching.

Noting his obvious discomfort, Panne backed off of him. She figured she best let off on him, because this would take time. She smiled slightly, trying to be gentle as a mother should. "...You did good."

Although it looked a bit better, Panne was still wondering how unfit Yarne was. Taguel were flexible – even the heaviest of them.

“Enough. I suppose you tried. A good stance makes for a stable transformation. You are not flexible enough, Yarne. Sit, we shall stretch.”

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❝ Alright then. ❞

Removing his stance, up on his upright position as he takes his seat upon the floor. His eyes still paying attention to his mother, wanting her to feel proud on what great son he is being. He was trying his best, but as it seems in his mind, it was the opposite. It feels like he isn’t trying hard enough..

Panne kneeled, sitting right behind Yarne. Waiting for him to stretch his legs out, she pressed against him; pushing his torso forwards to touch his toes. "Touch your toes."

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Panne groaned a bit, slightly disgruntled by his attempt at a good posture.

“No, you are not..” Arching her back a bit more and lifting her butt up, Panne spread her legs and put her hands on the ground once more.

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❝ Ah–.. Okay, I see. ❞

His eyes shifting over to see her mother once more, his posture, was not even close to what he has expected. Huffing a bit, he tries to adjust his stance once more. Like what she has demonstrated, his back was arched a little with his rump high. His legs were spread to maintain the back side of his balance with his hands in front.

Although it looked a bit better, Panne was still wondering how unfit Yarne was. Taguel were flexible -- even the heaviest of them.

"Enough. I suppose you tried. A good stance makes for a stable transformation. You are not flexible enough, Yarne. Sit, we shall stretch."

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“I do not know how Taguel mothers and sons are supposed to interact. But I do know how to teach Taguel pride.” Panne looked back at him, and bent over in her transformation stance; but did not transform. “Show me your poise.”

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❝ Alright.. ❞

Looking over at his mother’s stance, so bent her body was as Yarne attempts to copy her stance. bending forward with his hands planted on the ground, his legs bent a bit due to the fact that he wasn’t that flexible as her.

Panne groaned a bit, slightly disgruntled by his attempt at a good posture.

"No, you are not.." Arching her back a bit more and lifting her butt up, Panne spread her legs and put her hands on the ground once more.

“To think I have such a coward of a son… I must teach you Taguel pride.” Panne approached Yarne, staring at him directly.

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❝ J-.. Just don’t go too hard on me.. ❞

Looking up at his very own mother, worried he was in which could be told in the act of his eyes.

"I do not know how Taguel mothers and sons are supposed to interact. But I do know how to teach Taguel pride." Panne looked back at him, and bent over in her transformation stance; but did not transform. "Show me your poise."