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The Salle, Friday afternoon
After asking around, Jan had found out where the students practised with their swords not dirty. It seemed to him that it would be a perfect place for him to practice his hornsmanship.
His stitches still itched, but the cuts were healed and he was sick of taking it easy.
The floor of the Salle felt odd under his hooves, springy, and it made a hollow sound as he paced around it, to make sure he knew exactly where the walls were. (He really didn't want to put a hoof through one.)
Satisfied, he squared up and swung at the practice dummy, danced back, and started to work in earnest, ducking and dodging and striking out with his horn. The dummy wasn't much of a challenge, but it was still important to practice.
[ooc: I like making up words! Open, of course, and Jan would love someone to fence with.]
His stitches still itched, but the cuts were healed and he was sick of taking it easy.
The floor of the Salle felt odd under his hooves, springy, and it made a hollow sound as he paced around it, to make sure he knew exactly where the walls were. (He really didn't want to put a hoof through one.)
Satisfied, he squared up and swung at the practice dummy, danced back, and started to work in earnest, ducking and dodging and striking out with his horn. The dummy wasn't much of a challenge, but it was still important to practice.
[ooc: I like making up words! Open, of course, and Jan would love someone to fence with.]

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And finding the Salle, apparently.
"Jan!" she called out cheerfully, pleased to find her friend here. "Hello!"
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Ears tilted to the side, he tried to mimic what she'd done.
Very, very badly.
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and her mun headed off for sleep rly rly for reals this time.no subject