Was that what Gwyllion thought a male walk was? Aeron lifted his brow and grimaced. It was humiliating...she was swaggering down the road, chin in the air, arms swinging by her sides. Dreadful. "Do you call that a man's walk?" he asked.
"Yes." She tossed her head.
"It's more like a woman's strut in my mind," Aeron said, coughing.
"Well, why do you not teach me to walk like a man," Gwyllion suggested.
"Fine. First of all, men do not swing their arms about normally. They walk with a firm tread, with level chins -- ideally of course. And you should want to imitate the ideal man."
"Accept that there is no such thing as an ideal man to imitate," said Gwyllion with a giggle.
"Then, when all else fails, dear sister, you shall imitate me." He grinned at her.
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