The Salle, Monday Afternoon

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Sulking wasn't a pastime fit for a king, and yet Edmund had found himself doing just that since his arrival in Fandom. There was only so much brooding Edmund could take from himself, so he made an effort to get up early and find the salle that Peter had mentioned.

He retrieved his sword from the weapons locker and, glad to have the feel of the hilt against his hand, started on a series of exercises. It simply wouldn't do to fall out of practice.

[Open as salles are]

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[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"It's a place to practice swordwork," Edmund explained, "and probably other forms of fighting as well."

[stucklikadope.livejournal.com]

"Well, that makes sense," she said happily. "Do you come here a lot?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"This is my first time. My brother used to come here to practice. I hope to practice here regularly. You're always welcome to join me."

[stucklikadope.livejournal.com]

"Should I watch?" Giselle asked curiously.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"Or learn. It's said that fighting isn't for ladies, but I suspect my sister would prove anyone who says so wrong."

[stucklikadope.livejournal.com]

She paused, tilting her head, her hands echoing the movement. "Really?"

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"She might even make them cry if she was feeling particularly strongly about it that day."

[stucklikadope.livejournal.com]

"Oh no! I am sure a sister of yours could never be so cruel!" Giselle exclaimed, obviously horrified at the thought.

[once-a-traitor.livejournal.com]

"I'm joking, of course," Edmund reassured her when he saw her distress. Giselle certainly was a strange girl, but since he hadn't really been around any other human girls aside from Susan and Lucy for quite a while, he wasn't entirely sure if all girls were this literal or if it was just this one. "About the crying. She's a very good archer."