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fandomhighdorms2009-06-03 12:00 pm
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The Salle, Wednesday, Mid-Day
Eric was frustrated.
No, contrary to what one might expect, that frustration didn't have anything to do with any particular flowers or scents around the island. In fact, the frustration had everything to do with his complete and utter inability to use a sword.
He glared at the practice sword in his hand -- one of the lightest ones available, in fact -- and almost began swearing at it before he sighed, collected himself, and began once again his unpracticed swings at the practice dummy.
Goddammit, he was going to learn how to use a sword, if only for his Rangering workshop.
[Expecting one in particular, but open salle is open!]
No, contrary to what one might expect, that frustration didn't have anything to do with any particular flowers or scents around the island. In fact, the frustration had everything to do with his complete and utter inability to use a sword.
He glared at the practice sword in his hand -- one of the lightest ones available, in fact -- and almost began swearing at it before he sighed, collected himself, and began once again his unpracticed swings at the practice dummy.
Goddammit, he was going to learn how to use a sword, if only for his Rangering workshop.
[Expecting one in particular, but open salle is open!]