A week of flight passed, stopping only when Fay needed a quick bath, or when Radeon decided she needed another lesson.
Stealth. Movement. The things she had admitted she lacked.
He made her repeat footwork until her calves burned, made her learn how to breathe without sound.
How to let the wind cover her steps, how to stop thinking of speed as rushing and start thinking of it as arriving unseen.
Then Radeon gave her a ghost art that made both stealth and movement possible. Ethereal Walk.
A set of techniques that let you slip through terrain, move with less resistance, and smother the sound of each step before it could be born.
Radeon chose it with care. No drawbacks hidden in the breath. No ugly incantations that rotted the mind.
He had his motives for keeping Fay around, but there was no profit in her dying on him because of a flawed technique.
Radeon taught it hands on. Fingers on her shoulders, her hips, the small hard knots in her calves.
