Today's the day

[tomboy_22]

There's a small little woman on the mansion grounds.  In complete silence, she performs the routine she's been practicing for years, now.  Her eyes are intent on the absent target, her mind is focused on what she is doing, but when she strikes, she cuts the quiet as violently as her hit, her jab or her kick would find its target.

The short cries

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[ofdoriath]

Lying back with his dark head resting on a rock, eyes up at the sky, Daeron would appear to not be paying attention at all. In fact, he is watching Anita, with half lazy curiosity, the thoughtfulness even more pronounced, eyes a little brighter, perhaps, than they've been in a very long time. More alive.

[tomboy_22]

Anita hasn't seen any elves in a long, long, long time. She might eventually take notice that someone is around, but as he's not watching her directly, she'll keep up what she's doing until she takes a break and reaches for some water.

[ofdoriath]

"You're fairly good at that," that's Daeron, ever the effusive complimenter.

[tomboy_22]

She looks up, finishes to gulp down her water. "Thanks," she replies, examining him, a little. "Didn't know I had an audience. I might have made a couple somersaults, had I known."

[ofdoriath]

A slight gesture, careless. "You still could."

[tomboy_22]

"I'm not a court jester," she points out, dryly.

[ofdoriath]

"Everyone is, at least a little. You learn to live with it."

[tomboy_22]

"Except for how I'm not a tumbler either."

[ofdoriath]

Daeron's mouth twitches, and he inclines his head. "Fair point. I'd avoid the backflips, then."

[tomboy_22]

"I bet you would." Dryly.

[ofdoriath]

His mouth almost quirks in a smile. "Introductions might be a good idea at this point?"

[tomboy_22]

"Name's Blake. Anita Blake. Do you need titles too, or is that enough?"

[ofdoriath]

"Titles can stay unsaid, if you don't mind. He doesn't stand, just inclines his head again, still watching her with - curiosity?

"Daeron."

[tomboy_22]

"Pleasure, Daeron. No last name?" She doesn't bow, curtsey, or any of that crap.

[ofdoriath]

He doesn't either, so they're even. "I get by fine without. And I hardly have any titles of my own to speak of."

[tomboy_22]

She snorts. "Nice change. Seems every bald head and every beard that shows up here has a long list of titles to lord over everyone. Which, you know. Makes things interesting."