A red-skinned woman, clad in armor dulled only enough to prevent blinding anyone in direct light strode into the clearing with purpose. She already spotted the group collecting around one male, 'Jasper' she assumed from the stammering, red-faced Farridor.
Any hesitation Siobhain might have felt for appearing tardy to this (for her) impromptu training session was quashed beneath her stern mask. She wasn't a resident of Gridania and the forest-city was still somewhat new to her-- finding her way here had been something of a miracle in itself, thank Llymlaen or Nophica, whichever was responsible.
"Eh's not mah fault it broke...s'not the weapon Ah chose, either...eh's jus'...ah..." The young man was tripping over his words so profoundly she almost felt sympathetic. Or disappointed. No... definitely sympathetic.
At the risk of putting her oddly shaped nose into business where it was not wanted, she spoke up in her usual, authoritative tone.
"I've a spare blade, lad, if you have need of it." Even while the Roegadyn spoke, she began to unfasten the buckle on her belt, raising the scabbard of the blade towards the stranger. The weapon it held was a fine one, possibly too dangerous for sparring and crafted light for her hand. She'd been considering dual-bladed practice so both blades she bore were light, one-handed pieces-- but her interest rested more deeply in learning how to handle her thrown weapons.
Any hesitation Siobhain might have felt for appearing tardy to this (for her) impromptu training session was quashed beneath her stern mask. She wasn't a resident of Gridania and the forest-city was still somewhat new to her-- finding her way here had been something of a miracle in itself, thank Llymlaen or Nophica, whichever was responsible.
"Eh's not mah fault it broke...s'not the weapon Ah chose, either...eh's jus'...ah..." The young man was tripping over his words so profoundly she almost felt sympathetic. Or disappointed. No... definitely sympathetic.
At the risk of putting her oddly shaped nose into business where it was not wanted, she spoke up in her usual, authoritative tone.
"I've a spare blade, lad, if you have need of it." Even while the Roegadyn spoke, she began to unfasten the buckle on her belt, raising the scabbard of the blade towards the stranger. The weapon it held was a fine one, possibly too dangerous for sparring and crafted light for her hand. She'd been considering dual-bladed practice so both blades she bore were light, one-handed pieces-- but her interest rested more deeply in learning how to handle her thrown weapons.
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