[Sanctuary] Suvai at Dawn [Daeva]

[Lakara]

Season of Spring, Day 2, 510 AV It was early morning, and the Sanctuary was eerily quiet. A lone Konti wandered the grounds outside the Sanctuary's main building, the first golden rays of the morning shimmering off her silvery hair. She supposed everyone was still sleeping, after all, the New Years celebration had taken place the previous night. As she walked, Lakara absently fingered the Suvai she had attached to her belt. It was rare for her to carry the weapon, as she was relatively unskilled in it's use, though she could probably improvise quite successfully if need be. She didn't know what compelled her to attach it this morning, but she had done all the same. Without realizing it, she had been heading towards the training yard. The konti had yet to visit the place; she had not been at the Sanctuary for long, and she wasn't one to train anyway. Although that should probably change. She made an unconscious decision to attempt some form of training there and then, and she began to head towards the area with more purpose in her stride. She wondered how she might go about practicing; who knows, perhaps someone will already be there, and perhaps they'd be happy for a partner.

[Daeva Timandre]

Lucky for Lakara a woman was already there. Hard at work at the mutilation of the dummy now succumbing to blow after blow. A high sweep with the suvai and a large chip exploded from the head of the wooden figure, a twirl and a low strike and a deep gash was added to the many marks already decorating its surface. And the woman that held the weapon didn't seem particularly ready to stop her assault. Her movements were oddly graceful; like a dance of death, where each strike sang a tune in the ears of the akontak and willed her steps and her arms in a rhythm of strikes. It was all she could do. After several chimes she had paused her bout of training and reached down to grab a towelette resting beside the dummy, wiping it along her face and neck, yet as she glanced up her white eyes fell on the painfully familiar form of a konti. Daeva rarely distinguished, as she almost always assumed they looked to much alike to bother differentiating, but the woman had suvai on her and that was a weapon hard to miss. The akontak smirked and dragged her fingers through her hair while scrutinizing the new arrival. Looks were decieving for the white women, so although she looked young there was truly no true way to tell how old a Konti was, but it rarely mattered to Daeva. She pointed with her chin toward her weapon, "Do you know how to use that?" She inquired, "Or are you just another Konti who holds one assuming that men will run at the sight of it?" Daeva tossed the towelette to the ground, "Come here, show this dummy what you're worth."