There was training. Pushing the body past it's physical limits. And even for an android, there was strain. There was overextertion. Certainly when designed the way she was. A meld of bio-engineering and metal. There weren't sores for her, however. Just warning messages. So there was even a limit for her. A body needed to grow accostumed to new skills The soft rushing of water at the stream right next to her did miracles to keep one at peace.
Our android sat there, cross legged with the scythe leaning against one of her shoulders. The blade looming over her, as if it was anticipating to take her head. Yet Mathilde herself looked the pinnacle of serene. Her eyes closed. Hands folded together. It was a rare occasion for her to be at ease once. Rather than training, studying or actually fighting for missions. She was unhindered by a lack of sleep and such, so she had a lot of time. A lot of time she hated to waste.
But this was nice once in a while. Just sitting and resting.
One of her silver eyes cracked open and she looked around, before glancing up at the afternoon sun, letting out a soft breath.
Our android sat there, cross legged with the scythe leaning against one of her shoulders. The blade looming over her, as if it was anticipating to take her head. Yet Mathilde herself looked the pinnacle of serene. Her eyes closed. Hands folded together. It was a rare occasion for her to be at ease once. Rather than training, studying or actually fighting for missions. She was unhindered by a lack of sleep and such, so she had a lot of time. A lot of time she hated to waste.
But this was nice once in a while. Just sitting and resting.
One of her silver eyes cracked open and she looked around, before glancing up at the afternoon sun, letting out a soft breath.