Autumn 54, 514
It had been a long, chilled day, and 'Ky didn't know what to do with himself. He had practically exhausted all of his options, out in the city, and he had returned home, unsure of what to do. Sitting down at his table, he leaned back in his chair, staring around the room, flitting from spot to spot on the largely blank, bland walls. Eventually glancing upon the dummy he had made early last season, he had an idea. Leaping up from his chair, and landing on both feet, he ambled over to the corner where it hung, and took his sword out of his sheath.
Remembering his stance and grip from before, he grinned, and adopted a square-footed stance, one that reminded one of stability and sureness. His grip was strong and sure, yet loose enough to move if needed. Shouting as he swung, Sh'Ky began to attack the dummy.
Remembering his stance and grip from before, he grinned, and adopted a square-footed stance, one that reminded one of stability and sureness. His grip was strong and sure, yet loose enough to move if needed. Shouting as he swung, Sh'Ky began to attack the dummy.