WHO: Zelgadis and others just get in here ok
WHERE: A vacant lot all groomed and abused for sword&sorcery practice
WHEN: Next week...pick a day
WARNINGS: Idk yet
SUMMARY: Magic and swords and spars and spectators and whatever else happens happens ok? ok
FORMAT: No (whatever you want)
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good lord zel get a job )
But for all that needed to be done, it didn't mean she couldn't drop in on the person she saw most frequently. She popped into that familiar lot with a practiced warp, landing seated atop one of the still-standing but much abused earthen pillars of Zelgadis's own creation.
The heels of her boots clunked dully against rock, but she made no overtures of greeting to catch his attention. She was content enough to watch, for the moment.
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So when Terra warped in, he was holding the sword up and at an angle, squinting at it with a scowl that reflected off the metal as he turned it, checking for nicks or chips from the work he'd done. For lack of sparring partners at the time, he took to the stone he could conjure, and it was already lying in a heap of rubble -- cleanly sliced, more than some of it.
He didn't even need to see her reflected back; he'd heard her with those sharp ears. Blinking, he turned around to have a better look, instantly relieved (gawking strangers was always weird).
"Terra."
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It was hard to see her smile at that distance, but it pulled at her cheeks and pressed into her eyes all the same. Her hands were braced on the pillar, legs crossed at the ankle, and she made no immediate moves to leap down.
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"What has you in a good mood?"
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What wasn't there to be in a good mood about?
"I don't know," she said, bracing her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands. It was a surprise she didn't simply topple down. "What do you think?"
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"I don't know," he echoed. "Are you still going to make me guess?"
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It was nice, having a silly, useless conversation like this. Not worrying about some dark or impending danger, or letting their interconnected insecurities dominate their interaction. They were hardly normal, but it was nice to pretend otherwise.
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It was a short fall, and her shoes crunched against pulverized stone and gravel as her landing took her to one knee. She was still smiling when she stood up to her full, diminutive height.
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"Well?"
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Terra reached over to brush some dirt off his shoulder as well. "What about you?"
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Her attention moved to the blade. "Wouldn't it be easier with someone to fight against?" she asked, curious.
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He tilted his head; some of his hair lightly scraped at the blade as he did so. "You offering?" He hadn't seen her pick up a sword in a while, and definitely wasn't sure if the fight was still in her much after...well, a lot of things. He could certainly see why she'd refuse, at least.
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