fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Monday Morning

Cara's usual post-radio routine was to head back to bed for a few more hours sleep, but today she'd gone straight to the salle and begun running through forms, the calming sting of her agiels against her palms serving to keep her focused.

She wasn't sure how long exactly she'd been at it, though it had been more than long enough that even her teeth were throbbing in time with the agiel's touch, and the practice dummy she was using looked considerably worse for wear. It didn't really matter though, it wasn't like she had classes today.

[Open, as salles are.]