|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 19:40:35 GMT -5
"All right," she said abruptly, standing up. "I think it's time to move on to our makeshift training center. I say makeshift because it's waiting while we try to put the proper spells on what are going to be the official training rooms. It's just down the hall, here."
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 19:43:17 GMT -5
Adair laughed again. "Alright." he said, standing and following her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 19:44:18 GMT -5
"Archery range... swordplay arena... weights..." Quynh listed off the training equipment as they passed it. She was walking slightly faster than necessary.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 19:47:52 GMT -5
Adair nodded as they went by each area, looking at the various people training.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 19:50:07 GMT -5
Quynh walked straight into a quiver that someone had left lodged upright in the ground- why, no one knows, it was probably Caelan- tripped over it, fell, turned it into a half-flip at the last second, turned around, and kicked the quiver.
"Stupid thing," she said, blushing at her stumble. How mortifying. She picked it up and tossed it out of the path.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 20:02:08 GMT -5
"You ok?" Adair asked, obviously concerned.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 20:06:16 GMT -5
"I'm fine," she said, too loudly, and walked on. "Come on, this way..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 20:10:17 GMT -5
"Are you sure? You look kinda flustered, wanna sit down for a bit?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 20:13:08 GMT -5
Quynh turned to him, and her face was composed, as usual, but her eyes flashed angrily. "No," she said carefully. "I am fine. I am a highly-trained warrior, not some delicate princess who can't do anything on her own. I do not need to sit down. What I need is to finish this tour so I can get back to my filing and my sword practice."
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 20:14:49 GMT -5
"Ok, if you're sure." Adair said, unbothered by her demeanor.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 20:16:48 GMT -5
Though she seemed collected as she turned around and continued walking, Quynh's stride was stiff and too fast, and her fingers drummed a tatoo on her sword hilt. "Come on," she snapped.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 20:21:02 GMT -5
Adair nodded and followed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 20:22:46 GMT -5
At this point, her sword was vibrating.
She was going insane.
She was going to kill this guy.
She wasn't sure why, but she really, really wanted to hit him.
Sword in hand optional.
|
|
|
|
Post by Fear on Jan 28, 2007 20:25:40 GMT -5
"You sure you're ok? Now you look like something's bothering you?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Amaranth on Jan 28, 2007 20:27:00 GMT -5
"All right, I'll admit it. Something is bothering me. You know what that is? You. So shut up before I have to cut your head off."
|
|
