The Salle, Wednesday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had slept badly for the last few nights, torn between her body's needs and her emotional state. Frustrated, she went to the salle in the morning before class, because stabbing dummies, even with practice blades, was the best thing she could come up with. To be honest, she had thought of other options, but her intellect favoured this one.

Perhaps Jalian had been right to suggest that dresses wasn't the best choice of clothing for this kind of activity, as the skirts did hinder her movement, but the stabbing did offer some relief. Sadly, as Lucille would discover, it was only temporary.

[Open salle]

Comments

[dwarvenswagger]

"Them it would seem we are at an impasse."

Of stubborn bickering.

[crimson_sister]

"Clearly," Lucille replied, and turned away from him, deciding it was time to return to stabbing dummies.

"Unless it hurts your pride too much to surrender to a woman. And I'm referring to my race here, not my gender."

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin threw his hands up and cursed her entire line in Khuzdul before stomping off to do something productive.

Like angrily forge things.

BUT THIS WASN'T OVER, LUCILLE. NOT BY A LONG SHOT.

[crimson_sister]

Of course it wasn't over. This was just the first battle. Lucille didn't give up that easily, but for now, she returned to the stabbing of dummies, imagining they were a certain very stubborn dwarf.