The Salle, Monday Morning

[bitchprince]

Not that Arthur would admit it, but yesterday had helped to calm him down from the state of introverted confusion he'd been in since Thursday. He was no longer showing signs of such, or at least nothing that was as easily, visibly sedate.

He was, however, very focused on his own swordwork that morning. He'd asked Merlin to stand guard come with him into the salle, but now that what bothered him worst had gotten out, he was free to focus on his movements to ward off the rest of it. Slowly, carefully, and with full concentration, he lapsed into familiar patterns that were as easy as breathing by now.

[[ open salle, but I'll be SP in bursts until the evening ]]

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[puppy_fair]

"Or, at the very least, not when you're just armed with an umbrella."

Zack had so totally kept that beach umbrella to practise with, yes.

"It's almost time for my next class, so I ought to change and shower and all that before showing up in Lady Ghanima's classroom looking like I just got my butt kicked by a toddler with fingerpaints. See you later?"

[bitchprince]

"See you later," Arthur returned, "Feel free to regale me with further tales of the small children who've managed to bludgeon you down to size, later."