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The Salle; Monday Afternoon [04/08].

An awful lot had changed for Sidon in the approximate year between bouts of this particular Fandom quirkiness. Well, perhaps it was really only the one thing, and it was a big one, and, if he was completely honest, the feelings and emotions and sense of utter longing and desire were not too dissimilar to something he'd been feeling for a while now, only...amplified. And at first, he didn't think much of it. It was only natural, after all; here he was, a young, strong, virile prince in his budding prime, wildly, madly in love with the most magnificent, brilliant, astonishing, beautiful, wonderful person he had ever had the honor and privlege to have met. If he didn't wake up every morning absolutely overflowing with passionate feelings in that regard, well, then, something was clearly wrong.

Today, though, he had to admit, there certainly seemed to be something much more in it. An almost overwhelming drive to it, which was say a lot, for him. Perhaps it was just the day. It was warm again, the kind of weather that sent his whole body practically lurching for the sea, yes, yes, a swim would be perfect today, what an excellent use of his energy, diving under the water, testing his speed, his distance, his height as he lept into the water and came crashing down, all the marine life scattering in his wake, except perhaps a few brave, curious ones looking for...

...and that's what stopped him. Yes, all of this energy was quite familiar to him lately, but there was that something extra there that suddenly reminded him of the last time, around this time of year, where he'd spent nearly all his time in the water...

...and there had been...a dolphin.

It was...awkward.

And if he went for a swim now and there were more dolphins, then it was likely to get exponentially more awkward.

Soooo....right. No swimming today! Which was unfortunate, because swimming certainly was one of Sidon's most effective ways of taking care of his energy when his energy was even too energetic for himself. But he had to do something about it, lest he'd wind up tracking down Vette after her class and likely behaving in a way that would be most undignified and un-prince-like.

Behavior he may have spent much longer thinking about just then before, feeling very glad that Zora weren't prone to things like blushing, chastising himself and making a very firm decision for a much more...appropriate alternative.

To the salle! Where some hard work with the long shaft of his trident was sure to help him expend some of this energy in the most beneficial way, to help keep his mind of swimming and dolphins and girlfriends and everything else.

Though, really, it was effectively just him going through the motions aggressively while thinking of a million and one different ways to shower Vette with affection this week. Because she was definitely going to get showered with affection at every opportunity he could find. There was a downright storm coming.

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Sabine had been wholly unprepared for this event and she already did not like it. And she didn't have classes today, and she couldn't really focus on things, and so it was off to the sale to stab at some things.

Ahem.

"Nice trident."

Usually, Sidon sense of awareness was much more heightened than it had been just then; distracted as he was and throwing himself wholly into his movements, he hadn't even noticed there was someone else there until she spoke.

Riding out the momentum, though, he finished out his last move, a perhaps overly showy spin with that very nice trident over his head with one hand as if he were going to throw it, but the other hand joined it mid-way and, as he came out of the turn, he lunged forward, kneeling down and stabbing the prongs down on his unsuspecting invisible target with a grunt. He yanked the weapon back up, spinning it in his hand as he rose as well with a grace he thought would have made even Ms. Diaz proud, and turned toward Sabine with a laugh.

"What? This old thing? You're too kind."

Grinning, struggling to catch his breath as he realized, now that he'd stopped, just how much he'd been throwing into the practice, Sidon nodded. "It's good to see you, Sabine. Looking to get some training done as well?"

Okay, maybe that had been kind of impressive.

"I figured it was a good idea to work some things out," she said vaguely, going to get one of the practice swords. It wasn't what she was used to, but it'd work. "Feels like the day for it."

Week, Sabine. This was your week.

And those were just his clumsy land moves, too! Just wait until Sidon got into the water!

...except no water this week.

Oh, Hylia, no water this week.

"You and I are in full agreement there," he said with a chuckle, albeit a slightly reserved (especially for him) one as he tried not to think too much on exactly why he felt that way and tried to not let his mind wander toward whether Vette was finished with her class yet and whether it had gone well and maybe he should go see her, but no, no. If he went to go see her now, she'd never be rid of him.

So he pushed those thoughts away with a few quick stabs toward a dummy with the trident, another turn to dance himself toward the dummy's back, a few more stabs there...a few careful steps back, a deep crouch down, to better launch into a jump with an impressive amount of air, more than enough for him to throw in a little flip before landing in another deep crouch with the trident stabbing downward.

It might have looked like he was showing off. He supposed, in a way, he just might have been, but, at the same time, this was how he usually trained; he just never realized how flashy it might have been since he usually didn't exactly have, ahhh...an audience.

But he paused a moment as he considered those practice swords that Sabine had helped herself to, finding himself...terribly uncertain if it was a wise idea to suggest they work off each other, or if they were likely better off attending to their own...machinations.

Sabine was wondering the same thing, and was kind of leaning towards their own solo thing at least being mess distracting.

She gave the sword a little twirl, and said, "Radio made it sound like this was normal."

Which was also the only reason she was mentioning it at all.

"Did it?" Sidon asked, watching the little twirl with an interest to see what else Sabine might do with the sword, while he tried to think of what exactly she had meant by this; his brain was more than willing to provide several possible things other than just the need to expend a good deal of energy through something hard and physically tasking, and he let out a soft laugh. "I'm afraid I don't listen to the radio very often, but I must admit, there does seem to be something very...familiar in the air, that I recognize," unfortunately, "from last year, around this time, something that..."

His efforts to put this delicately made it all the more difficult to...actually put thing delicately, and he focused on a few more good, quick stabs at t he dummy before twirling it around so that he might strike upwards at the chin with the butt of the weapon, then back around for another stab right in the torso.

"...stirs up a rather...potent brew of....emotions."

Yeah. He wasn't going to elaborate on those emotions.

Sidon.

Not elaborating.

It was a very special week, indeed.

Sabine decided that it was definitely not smart to spar together, because she felt like she shouldn't even be watching this?

"Yeah, that," she said, making a face. "This is a repeat thing? And no one warns you?"

Because it was funnier that way, Sabine.

She didn't worry about getting into any starting position, instead just stabbing a dummy through the heart as far as it'd go. It felt like the thing to do.

Well, that was...

Sidon certainly had to admire the...directness of Sabine's approach. Simple. Straight-forward. To the...point.

Okay, he had to grin a little at that. With a week like this one, not even he would wind up being impervious to his own charms, a thought that managed to bolster his confidence a bit more than it probably should have.

"I admit that I'd actually completely forgotten about it myself," he offered what little explanation he could, "until perhaps just a little bit ago, though, if I recall correctly," which he did, all too well, in far too much detail, "I had elected to spend most of the following week...erm...away from the island."

Which...did not help.

And, again, he did not feel any desire to elaborate on that at the moment, no.

"Getting away..." she mused, with another stab. This wasn't about practice as much as it was about straight up murdering an inanimate object. "Now that's an idea."

Not that she really knew where to go. She usually went with Kanan and that felt awkward, and that thing about going to the mainland with Lana would probably make things complicated this week.

On the bright side, Sidon was incredibly impressed with Sabine's stabbing ability, and would make a note of it should he ever need anything thoroughly and efficiently stabbed. And he wondered, if they did spar, if his torso could handle such a significant poking.

...he liked to think it could.

...he also greatly regretted his particular choice of phrasing just about then and returned, somewhat brusquely, to the idle spinning and striking with his own weapon.

"I do not recommend the ocean," he offered helpfully.

"What's wrong with the ocean?"

Not that Sabine was heading there.

Clearly, Sidon should have expected a question like that to follow such a statement; clearly, his perceptions were rather dulled down at the moment, and he sucked in a breath, focusing on as complicated a chain of jumps, lunges, grunts and strikes as he could come up with at the moment to perhaps put off answer a little bit longer.

The thought of just making something up or lying didn't even cross his mind, but he did intend to hedge the truth as much as he could.

"It would seem," he said, breathing out again as he straightened from a deep crouch of a landing, his head tail giving a flight flick behind him, "that certain other creatures of the deep are sometimes also afflicted by this particularly powerful effect. At least, that was...certainly what I discovered during this event last year..."

...okay, so even when he tried to hedge the truth, Sidon was still not particularly good at it.

"Okay, got the point," Sabine said immediately.

Look. You don't want to know where her mind went but she didn't want it there.

And Sidon, for once in his life, was well aware of the fact that he had clearly said too much. He smiled at Sabine a little apologetically, wishing he could say more to express that he felt bad about that, really, but he had a feeling it might only wind up making things worse.

"At the very least," he offered, "we know it shall be temporary, and, in the meantime, we shall persevere and do our very bests to soldier through it!"

Of course, he realized it was pretty easy for him to say that, considering the very important changes to his circumstances in that regard, but...he was trying not to think about that too much.

Yet.

Because he did have...

...well...

...in the meantime, he was just going to go ahead and use the space afforded to him with another chain of movements that were clearly meant more to keep his hands and body engaged in something that focused entirely on his weapon and nothing else.

Breq knew what was going on. The body she was left with didn't have much of those needs, but she did feel irritated, so hitting things seemed like a good plan.

She wasn't the only one who had had that idea, apparently.

"Good afternoon," she greeted as she entered the room.

Again, Sidon had thoroughly gotten himself engaged in his moves, to the point where it was only Breq's greeting that told him that someone else had come into the salle, making it easily the busiest he'd ever seen this place on any of his ~~albeit mostly handwavey~~ sessions.

Because of course it would.

But he finished up what he was working on (a series of turns and leaps that had him all but dancing around the practice dummy, lashing out with his trident at various moments to strike out against it in a series of well-timed and swiftly executed stabs and slices), gave the trident once more entirely superfluous twirl in his hand, and shifted his attention her way.

"Good afternoon, Breq," he nodded, his greeting perhaps a bit more serious than usual but no less sincere, and with almost more emphasis pressed into the words. "It seems to be quite the day for training..."

"Yes," Breq said. "It's that kind of week. It gets better after Prom."

She had the advantage of not even having to make an effort to keep a straight face.

Finding a space, she began to stretch.

And that caught Sidon's attention...not the stretching, but rather what Breq said, although it would have been disingenuous of him if he claimed to have not appreciate the fine form and the excellent consideration for ensuring she remain taut and limber for whatever exercise she decided to pursue.

"After the prom?" he asked. "Is that when it cleared up last time? I must admit, quite a bit of last year's befuddlement of this nature is quite the...blur to me," and some of it not nearly blurry enough, "so I cannot properly recall. You don't suppose the two are actually related, by any chance, do you?"

"Possibly,"Breq said, not sure if she should mention the kids. "At least it's good for getting enough exercise done."

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