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Once again, the furniture has been cleared from the middle of the living room. The couch is pushed against one wall and currently holds three baskets, and three babies, all of whom seem to follow the sound of their mother's voice.
"It's important," she grunts, swinging her sword in a downward slash, "to attack rather than defend. But not stupidly. Watch for signs of movement. Intent."
Alanna is out of breath, sweating and panting hard, but talking seems to keep the babies from crying. And maybe it's building endurance. Either way, she has to take a break more quickly than she would like.
The door is open. It often is these days, a byproduct of her bed rest. She doesn't like feeling trapped.
"It's important," she grunts, swinging her sword in a downward slash, "to attack rather than defend. But not stupidly. Watch for signs of movement. Intent."
Alanna is out of breath, sweating and panting hard, but talking seems to keep the babies from crying. And maybe it's building endurance. Either way, she has to take a break more quickly than she would like.
The door is open. It often is these days, a byproduct of her bed rest. She doesn't like feeling trapped.