73 Glade, Year 123
[Closed - Lykos]
With the Reaving Rune discovered, there was at least an opportunity and a chance for more advancement. It couldn’t hurt to see what sorts of Pact Weapons Lykos had stored away, and it gave Hilana a chance to get out her blunted practice falcata - which she had been neglecting yet again with everything else going on - and attempt some sort of sparring session against a demigod.
It definitely wouldn’t end in her favour, she knew: Lykos doubtless had the muscle memory for every single weapon he had Pacted to whoop her shapely posterior from Tertium to Solunarium Proper and back again. But Hilana wasn’t worried about it: it was better to try and reawaken what her muscles knew in a place that was safe enough for her to not be risking life and limb with unknown entities who could take advantage of how rusty she was. But beyond that, Hilana had energy to spare, and Lia was down to enjoy the show. If anything, she might well wade in with Elementalism, but beyond that? No, she was content to enjoy her tea and her embroidery.
The one good thing about the Sceptre of Avaerys was that there was still a lot of light, and even after dinner, well... there was plenty to work with. Where Hilana usually wore skirts that covered even her toes, today she had on one that had much less fabric, and was shorter to boot... though it exposed flashes of her outer thighs due to slits on either side of the garment. Neither of her snakes were on her person for this, it seemed; both Fiya and Tiaz were in her rucksack at the table where Lia was looking forward to watching. Tiaz would be fine as he was; Fiya was wrapped in her bag to keep the smaller python from wandering off to explore. Her long black curls were bound in a loose braid that reached past her hips, and she removed the practice sword from the sheath.
They had gotten use of one of the practice areas of the Citadel for this attempt, She put a bit of distance on the sand between her and the table where Lia was watching, her embroidery hoop in her hands and a box of coloured thread on the table beside her, beginning to stitch the drawn pattern from the shade. “Ready when you are, Lykos,” she grinned at him. This would be fun or it would be disastrous, one of the two, but in any event... she was looking forward to seeing what he could do.
[Closed - Lykos]
With the Reaving Rune discovered, there was at least an opportunity and a chance for more advancement. It couldn’t hurt to see what sorts of Pact Weapons Lykos had stored away, and it gave Hilana a chance to get out her blunted practice falcata - which she had been neglecting yet again with everything else going on - and attempt some sort of sparring session against a demigod.
It definitely wouldn’t end in her favour, she knew: Lykos doubtless had the muscle memory for every single weapon he had Pacted to whoop her shapely posterior from Tertium to Solunarium Proper and back again. But Hilana wasn’t worried about it: it was better to try and reawaken what her muscles knew in a place that was safe enough for her to not be risking life and limb with unknown entities who could take advantage of how rusty she was. But beyond that, Hilana had energy to spare, and Lia was down to enjoy the show. If anything, she might well wade in with Elementalism, but beyond that? No, she was content to enjoy her tea and her embroidery.
The one good thing about the Sceptre of Avaerys was that there was still a lot of light, and even after dinner, well... there was plenty to work with. Where Hilana usually wore skirts that covered even her toes, today she had on one that had much less fabric, and was shorter to boot... though it exposed flashes of her outer thighs due to slits on either side of the garment. Neither of her snakes were on her person for this, it seemed; both Fiya and Tiaz were in her rucksack at the table where Lia was looking forward to watching. Tiaz would be fine as he was; Fiya was wrapped in her bag to keep the smaller python from wandering off to explore. Her long black curls were bound in a loose braid that reached past her hips, and she removed the practice sword from the sheath.
They had gotten use of one of the practice areas of the Citadel for this attempt, She put a bit of distance on the sand between her and the table where Lia was watching, her embroidery hoop in her hands and a box of coloured thread on the table beside her, beginning to stitch the drawn pattern from the shade. “Ready when you are, Lykos,” she grinned at him. This would be fun or it would be disastrous, one of the two, but in any event... she was looking forward to seeing what he could do.