đź’Ş - Albeit she did not refuse the sight of a knight's exposed body, Ornstein's was far from her focus right now; instead, the sorceress found entertainment on the few scars he had, guessing the stories behind them. Elizabeth did not acknowledge when she began staring indiscreetly.
send “💪” to catch my muse working out
Quiet huffs left the dragonslayer as he pulled himself upwards repeatedly with one arm, hanging from a rusty halberd he had managed to jam between stones in a corner, possibly the best use for a weapon in such a poor state. Whatever loss of power he had suffered since the bright days of old Anor Londo, it certainly wasn’t noticeable on his body, having maintained an athletic frame beneath the deceptive cloak.
Deities didn’t need constant sustenance or activity like humans required to stay healthy, but they were essential to make full use of their might. For that reason he found himself repeating his old training routines, as he needed to have as much of his remainging strength avaliable as possible. Physical exercises were fairly straightforward, and meditation allowed one to train their mind without straining their body. It was the combination of both that was the most challenging.
So intense was his focus that he didn’t notice her until he stopped for a short moment to regulate his breathing and turned his head to see her.
“...I know some of you sorcerers are not too acquainted with training like this, but you look like you are lost in your thoughts.”
