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]

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[soniaroadsqueen]

Another deep breath as Ringo straightened.

"And I'm sorry for yelling at you."

[crimson_sister]

Normally Lucille would have admitted that she had been a little unnecessarily harsh, but this was not a day like that.

With another nod, she said: "I am pleased to hear that."

[soniaroadsqueen]

Now that she'd stopped working with the dummy, the adrenaline that had helped distract Ringo had faded away. Which meant the urge to stare look at Lucille again was growing.

"Um." Ringo sounded awkward. "I, er, I guess I'll find somewhere else to exercise?"

Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.

[crimson_sister]

"That is probably for the best," Lucille agreed, finally. If nothing else it would be less distracting for her as well, and she would rather not be distracted by looking at Ringo of all people.

Sorry, Ringo.

[soniaroadsqueen]

It was okay. Ringo wouldn't be offended even if she knew that was what Lucille was thinking.

"Um. Right."

"See you later?"

[crimson_sister]

Good. Ringo shouldn't be offended. Or maybe she should. Lucille wouldn't know today, even if she could hear the narrative.

"Yes." The dummy got stabbed again."