Salle, Tuesday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

He'd now passed the point where his arm could in any way be used as an excuse not to train, at least if you weren't looking for one. Arthur wasn't looking for one, and so as soon as his classes were over he retreated to the salle, where he picked a workable practice blade.

Of course, there were other types of training he'd been slowly building back up into, but it was his ability with the sword he wanted to keep sharpest on. He whiled away most of his afternoon running drills, another in a long line of days waiting for the moment he could finally take the bloody bandage off.

It was helping him deal with the useless feeling quite admirably.

[[ open salle! ]]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben trotted into the salle with his lightsaber hilt in hand. "Your highness," he said, nodding his head when he saw who was there.

[bitchprince]

Arthur finished his drill before he answered. "Ben," he greeted, his eyes darting to the hilt in the squire's hand.

[momslilassassin]

"My weapon," Ben explained, holding it up. "It's not lit yet."

[bitchprince]

"Leto mentioned something about swords made of light," he said. It clipped the edge of idle. In truth, Arthur was slightly uneasy, but he'd decided not to let that wreck him any further.

[momslilassassin]

Ben picked up on the uneasiness, so he wasn't quite as insanely enthusiastic as he normally was when talking about a lightsaber. He nodded. "We call it a lightsaber," he said. "It's not a hugely creative name."

[bitchprince]

"If the name fits," Arthur said, dryly. Sarcasm was always an excellent antidote. "Show me." Much like leaping straight in.

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded and flicked the blade to life with a snap-hiss. It glowed bright blue in front of him. "There," he said.

[bitchprince]

Arthur almost took a single step back.

Instead he swallowed, set his jaw, and pursed his lips. "It's technology?" he asked.

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded again and closed down the blade. "There's a crystal inside the hilt," he said, pointing to the tiny screws. "Nothing magical about it."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Ben got a grin and a little wave from Firekeeper. Slightly awkward wave, since she was holding a practice sword, but a wave all the same. "Hello, Ben!"

[momslilassassin]

"Hello, Blysse!" Ben said, waving back. "How did your fishing go?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"...You know of that?"

[momslilassassin]

"It was on the radio," Ben said, nodding.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Radio?" she frowned. "What is?" Yes, she'd been here a semester and no one had explained it to her. But if it was going around telling other people what she was up to, well. She wanted to know now.

[momslilassassin]

"Like the television, but only sound," he explained. "It tells the news of the day." He blushed a little. "I only remembered because it said you were with Tahiri."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Firekeeper nodded, processing that. She grinned a little at the blushing. Just because she didn't understand why humans had such elaborate mating- er, dating- rituals didn't mean she was unaware of them and what they meant. "Yes. We finded a very big fish. With fur."

[momslilassassin]

"With fur?" Ben repeated.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Last night's hunt had reminded her that there were other skills- human ones- that she should keep up with, even if they weren't strictly needed for survival here.

"Arthur," she said with a nod as she moved towards the practice weapons, selecting the one that felt the most similar to the one kept in her weapons locker.

Blind Seer wandered over to an unoccupied corner and curled up to watch the proceedings. Or nap. One of those. His Firekeeper would wake him when she was done with her human pursuits.

[bitchprince]

He was trying to remember her name. Arthur recognized her, of course, but they'd never really spoken. "...Wolf girl," he tried, somewhat awkwardly, and ended his drill with one last blow.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper snorted, inwardly amused at the fact that for once she'd been the one able to recall someone's name. "Is true enough description," she admitted. "But most humans is calling me Blysse."

[bitchprince]

"Blysse," Arthur repeated, and nodded at her. With any luck, he wouldn't forget it again. "And does the wolf come with a name?" It was at least in part a serious question, although he couldn't help sounding a little... jesting.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"He does," she nodded. "Blind Seer, because he have blue eyes."

[bitchprince]

"Blind Seer," he also repeated, shooting the wolf a dubious look. "Getting some work in for whatever Minsc's planned next?"

Conversation wasn't always Arthur's strong suit.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper couldn't help but make a face at the reminder of the class. She liked Minsc well enough, but magic- and transformations in particular- still made her uncomfortable. "Making sure I do not get... out of practice?" she tried the human phrase.

[bitchprince]

"Always a noble cause," Arthur said, and it didn't even sound that sarcastic. "Seems like we'll need it."