15th Fall, 516 AV
Late afternoon/early evening
Late afternoon/early evening
The young woman had finished work but half a bell ago, yet she had an intense want to be as far away from her room at Atri's Place as possible. With that in mind, she'd taken to wandering the city, as was becoming quite customary for her. She was often finding new things and new places for her to enjoy.
Today was no exception, as she walked slowly through the streets of Riverfall. On the horizon, the gleaming face of Syna was slowly starting to fade into sunset, and the air still clung to the warmth of Summer. She had walked all the way over the bridge, feeling the refreshing spray of water on her face from the waterfall, all the way down past the corner of Gideon Arena and the stables, before nipping down a small, winding alley past the School of Earth and Life Sciences that had caught her eye.
Following it through, Karin found herself stumbling upon a glorious sight (and smell), of flowers blossoming, and green vistas all around. Spotting a small sign, the young woman read with difficulty the words obscured by a flowering shrub: 'Knirin Gardens'. With a name to the place, she smiled contentedly and looked all around her. This, she thought, was the perfect place to spend an evening.
She didn't have much with her: rucksack, a small roll of bread, a lump of goat's cheese, her knife safely tucked in her belt as always and in her hand, her quarterstaff. She had the weapon as a kind of walking stick, although she didn't trail it along the ground, having been quite unwilling to damage or scratch it. In fact, she'd been carrying it around with her now for the past couple of days. Not because she felt threatened or anything like that, but because of a conversation she'd had with an Akalak colleague, who'd asked her if she was going to apply to become a Kuvan. He'd seemed pretty off-put when she had said she didn't even know what that was. After a brief explanation, she'd felt somewhat cowed but his fervent love of his city, but galvanised nonetheless.
However, this Knirin Garden, or park or whatever it was seemed the perfect place to train in her preferred craft. Already she'd seen tall, hulkingly dark Akalak men practising some kind of unarmed combat, a fighting style she'd never seen before. Of course, not that she'd seen many fights for that matter. In that regard, she was still as green as the grass she stood on. Yet the space was large enough that she felt comfortable showing and practising without anyone making fun of her lack of ability.
She paced around for a few chimes, trying to find the best place. Finally she picked a spot, a patch of grass shaded by small, flowering trees on three quarters of the sides, overlooking the Suvan. A handy stump was placed well in the centre, and with a hefty swing she took a hit at it.