@ReD
A pair of single-edged, flared-tip hand-and-a-half blades of elven make arced through the air in long, elegant sweeps, occasionally colliding with that signature "clang" of steel-on-steel as their wielders danced across a grassy field in an open, mostly empty part of the school courtyard the twins had picked for this purpose.
Despite the winter chill in the air, the twins wore relatively scant clothing, the adrenaline rush from sparring currently keeping their bodies warm--coupled with the fact their cold resistance was much higher than that of an average human; they wore simple cloth chestwraps and pants, their arms, shoulders, and midsections entirely exposed to the elements. That said, a pair of soft-looking black sweaters, as well as a red and a blue scarf, lay next to the rest of their stuff on a nearby bench.
The twins finished their current bout (which ended with a draw; Azalea's blade stopping short of Rose's neck, with the tip of Rose's sword poised for a thrust to the heart), and bowed respectfully. About halfway through the bow, they both burst into giggles.
"You sure we even need to bother with the overly formal bowing every time we spar?" Azalea said bemusedly as they sheathed their blade and walked back to the bench.
"Come now, you know we promised mother we would. Something about ancient traditions and respect and all that." Rose stifled a giggle at this, imagining the quizzically cross eyebrow mother would be raising at the two of them right now if she could hear them.
After a hug and a little more giggling, Azalea gathered up their stuff and hurried to class. Rose, who had an empty period, sat down on the bench as her sibling left, turning her eyes skyward, admiring what for her was incredibly pleasant weather; an overcast, dim gray sheet of clouds obscuring the sun.
((not that it'll matter after this post since Azalea's leaving so Rose is free for one-on-one RP, but aqua=Azalea, purple=Rose, for ease of distinction))
A pair of single-edged, flared-tip hand-and-a-half blades of elven make arced through the air in long, elegant sweeps, occasionally colliding with that signature "clang" of steel-on-steel as their wielders danced across a grassy field in an open, mostly empty part of the school courtyard the twins had picked for this purpose.
Despite the winter chill in the air, the twins wore relatively scant clothing, the adrenaline rush from sparring currently keeping their bodies warm--coupled with the fact their cold resistance was much higher than that of an average human; they wore simple cloth chestwraps and pants, their arms, shoulders, and midsections entirely exposed to the elements. That said, a pair of soft-looking black sweaters, as well as a red and a blue scarf, lay next to the rest of their stuff on a nearby bench.
The twins finished their current bout (which ended with a draw; Azalea's blade stopping short of Rose's neck, with the tip of Rose's sword poised for a thrust to the heart), and bowed respectfully. About halfway through the bow, they both burst into giggles.
"You sure we even need to bother with the overly formal bowing every time we spar?" Azalea said bemusedly as they sheathed their blade and walked back to the bench.
"Come now, you know we promised mother we would. Something about ancient traditions and respect and all that." Rose stifled a giggle at this, imagining the quizzically cross eyebrow mother would be raising at the two of them right now if she could hear them.
After a hug and a little more giggling, Azalea gathered up their stuff and hurried to class. Rose, who had an empty period, sat down on the bench as her sibling left, turning her eyes skyward, admiring what for her was incredibly pleasant weather; an overcast, dim gray sheet of clouds obscuring the sun.
((not that it'll matter after this post since Azalea's leaving so Rose is free for one-on-one RP, but aqua=Azalea, purple=Rose, for ease of distinction))
