46th Spring, 511AV
Location: Shinyama Pavilion
It was dusk. Those dazzling stars overhead shone with such incredible vigor that it even appeared as if they could be plucked right from the sky. Naama smiled at the thought, allowing her swagger to take her across the slender, glowing bridges that connected the Zintia Peak to the Shinyama. She had heard from an older gentleman at the Shooting Star that the Shinyama Pavilion housed a training yard the public could utilize, and it seemed fit for no particular reason other than she wanted to, to take her plump ass right on over to train.
Of course, she didn’t get there without scrutinizing the Shinya monks walking to and from the establishment. They were garbed in sky blue robes, all of them! They were all so very much alike, but the men were quite handsome, and the women were dainty, even in uniform. Naama swerved around the pavilion, noting an entrance to an area that contained voices of men and women hard at work, honing whatever skills they happened to prefer. Naama need only smile at the guardsman at his post and slip inside. It wasn’t so bad. The training yard was wide, with one half lined with dummies armed with wooden swords, and a dueling ring was stationed on the far corner.
The majority of the people here seemed to be martial arts enthusiasts and not at all members of the Shinya. Some were instructors, but it was what it was; a public training yard. The training yard for the Shinya was on the other side of the Pavilion, off limits to prying eyes and watchful ears. Naama had to settle with mild disappointment, but took up her mantle before a training dummy, unsheathing her swords and holding them poised for attack. Her favorite maneuver, the chokehold, came into play. Her weapons swung, hooking themselves around the dummy’s neck, jerking her arm outwards and splintering the wooden neck with deep incisions.
She twirled then, an arc of her swords, and swung low to catch an imaginary leg… an imaginary… coiled body… a slithering snake… a pale child… Bam! Naama hit the dummy head on, nearly collapsing onto the floor before catching herself with an arm. Sweat beaded on her brow and she breathed heavily. “Damn her…” She breathed, but her momentary thoughts were cut short by the apprehensive voice of a stranger.
“Miss, are you alright?” A strong hand fell on her arm, pulling the halfbreed to her feet. Naama’s onyx gaze blinked rapidly, then fell on the form of a rather handsome Lhavitian man, donned in Shinya uniform.
“Oh… my, I am now.” The lighthearted smile returned. She bent to pick up her swords, and the man smiled, “You’ve some skill with a blade?”
“Enough to get the job done, you could say. Though a blade has little use in bed, unless you’re the frisky type.” She winked.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, you know. ‘There are more ways to handle a sword’?”
He regarded her with a blank look.
“Bracing your mainsail?”
“Not ringing a bell.”
“Breaking in those land legs?”
“Miss, I honestly have no clue of what you speak.”
“Oh you’re no fun.”
Location: Shinyama Pavilion
It was dusk. Those dazzling stars overhead shone with such incredible vigor that it even appeared as if they could be plucked right from the sky. Naama smiled at the thought, allowing her swagger to take her across the slender, glowing bridges that connected the Zintia Peak to the Shinyama. She had heard from an older gentleman at the Shooting Star that the Shinyama Pavilion housed a training yard the public could utilize, and it seemed fit for no particular reason other than she wanted to, to take her plump ass right on over to train.
Of course, she didn’t get there without scrutinizing the Shinya monks walking to and from the establishment. They were garbed in sky blue robes, all of them! They were all so very much alike, but the men were quite handsome, and the women were dainty, even in uniform. Naama swerved around the pavilion, noting an entrance to an area that contained voices of men and women hard at work, honing whatever skills they happened to prefer. Naama need only smile at the guardsman at his post and slip inside. It wasn’t so bad. The training yard was wide, with one half lined with dummies armed with wooden swords, and a dueling ring was stationed on the far corner.
The majority of the people here seemed to be martial arts enthusiasts and not at all members of the Shinya. Some were instructors, but it was what it was; a public training yard. The training yard for the Shinya was on the other side of the Pavilion, off limits to prying eyes and watchful ears. Naama had to settle with mild disappointment, but took up her mantle before a training dummy, unsheathing her swords and holding them poised for attack. Her favorite maneuver, the chokehold, came into play. Her weapons swung, hooking themselves around the dummy’s neck, jerking her arm outwards and splintering the wooden neck with deep incisions.
She twirled then, an arc of her swords, and swung low to catch an imaginary leg… an imaginary… coiled body… a slithering snake… a pale child… Bam! Naama hit the dummy head on, nearly collapsing onto the floor before catching herself with an arm. Sweat beaded on her brow and she breathed heavily. “Damn her…” She breathed, but her momentary thoughts were cut short by the apprehensive voice of a stranger.
“Miss, are you alright?” A strong hand fell on her arm, pulling the halfbreed to her feet. Naama’s onyx gaze blinked rapidly, then fell on the form of a rather handsome Lhavitian man, donned in Shinya uniform.
“Oh… my, I am now.” The lighthearted smile returned. She bent to pick up her swords, and the man smiled, “You’ve some skill with a blade?”
“Enough to get the job done, you could say. Though a blade has little use in bed, unless you’re the frisky type.” She winked.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, you know. ‘There are more ways to handle a sword’?”
He regarded her with a blank look.
“Bracing your mainsail?”
“Not ringing a bell.”
“Breaking in those land legs?”
“Miss, I honestly have no clue of what you speak.”
“Oh you’re no fun.”
