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Seraphina rose with the dawn, as ever.


Maxence intended a training ground for his warriors, and a training ground he would have; she’d heard him speak of the advantages that the other courts held over the Solterrans, and she couldn’t disagree, though their hardiness was a power in and of itself. Having somewhere to train a bit closer than Ruris was hardly a bad idea, especially given that the Day Court’s backbone was its military. They were a nation of fire and blood, and they had to keep their skills honed to a knife’s edge, lest Solterra unravel and collapse just as rapidly as it had under the rule of its last Sovereign. (He had been a careless man – prioritized throwing everyone into war, children into war over having well-trained warriors.) She hoped that the path they led would not find war, or, she supposed, she should hope, because if they did, it meant that she had failed horribly as an Emissary. For the time being, however, she was glad for the source of manual labor – she’d spent most of her time healing from the teryr battle and studying in the library, and she was itching to move, itching to feel her muscles burn and sweat pour down her skin. Though she expected the labor to be grueling, especially in such dry summer heat, she was practically fidgeting with anticipation as she made her way to the arranged meeting-place, something of a skip in her normally-ambivalent steps.


She arrived behind Maxence and a warrior that she had seen occasionally – Eik? She was fairly sure that was his name. Seraphina drew her gaze along the boulder-flecked training ground, examining the massive stones thoughtfully. “Shall we begin?” She didn’t actually wait for a response from either of her fellows, who seemed to already be engaged in conversation – rather, she snaked her way across the field to the largest boulder that she thought that she could move and, pressing all of her weight on one shoulder and ramming it onto the grizzled stone, began to shove it towards the border.



@Eik @Maxence <3







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Messages In This Thread
thick skulled - by Maxence - 09-01-2017, 01:54 AM
RE: thick skulled - by Eik - 09-05-2017, 11:52 AM
RE: thick skulled - by Seraphina - 09-11-2017, 05:54 PM
RE: thick skulled - by Maxence - 09-22-2017, 07:00 AM
RE: thick skulled - by Voltaire - 09-24-2017, 03:37 AM
RE: thick skulled - by Maxence - 10-02-2017, 11:03 PM
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