fandomhighdorms | The Salle, Saturday Afternoon

Isabelle had already been through this once before, so while waking up looking like her big brother had certainly been a surprise, it hadn't been too much of a shock. On the contrary, she'd actually found she almost liked it, this time around. Sure, there was still the issue of not really wanting to look at herself naked much, but it was also a comfort. Kind of like getting to hide behind her brother for a while, without the embarrassment of actually hiding behind her brother.

So it was a rather relaxed Isabelle that took advantage of her new form to get some interesting training in at the salle this afternoon. Sure, she'd had to wear one of the t-shirts she'd stolen from Flick and a pair of sweatpants Raleigh had left behind, but that wasn't what she was focusing on. (Especially not the distraction that was the shirt smelling like Flick.) No, she was all about how her body worked differently with how the weight was distributed in an unfamiliar way. It was fine for walking and doing regular things, but it made the precision of wielding a sword just a little trickier than usual.

But the dummy was still getting what was coming to it, and she was enjoying figuring out the differences.

[ooc: Open, duh.]