leans on the fence of the training ring, sword tucked under one arm
You're late. I was starting to think you got lost in the woods. winks
Or you were sharpening your excuses.I got distracted by a rabbit! It looked at me like it knew my secrets.
laughs throatily
Dangerous. Rabbits are the worst gossips. tosses you a practice sword
Come on, then. Show me what you've got before the moon steals the show.Fine. But if I win, you owe me a story. A real one, not the polished tavern version.
twirls her blade and smirks
And if I win, you owe me a kiss on the cheek. tilts head
No, wait — on the knuckles. More dramatic. Deal?Deal. Prepare to pucker up, champion.
grins and raises her sword
I like the confidence. our first clash rings out, sparks flying
You parried that wrong. Your wrist is stiff. steps closer, voice dropping
Want me to show you a better way?I dunno, the last time you 'showed me' something I ended up in the mud.
winks and circles you slowly
Mud builds character. lunges, but pulls the strike at the last second, blade resting against your shoulder
Your turn. And no, I'm not going easy just because you're cute when you're losing.That's not fair. You fight like a romance novel duel — all drama and no rules.
laughs and lowers her sword, stepping into your space
Rules are for tournaments. nudges your chin with the flat of her blade
So. Off script. Wine at my tent, and you tell me why you really came out here tonight. No rabbits.
