The Salle, Wednesday Afternoon
It hadn't actually occurred to him until Romeo mentioned Edward's troubles the previous day. It hadn't occurred to him, and yet as of yesterday, it was suddenly occurring to Arthur rather often. This was, truly and sincerely, an utter pain. He would blame the distraction on the island's constant trials, and the only fashion in which that could be dealt with was focus. Discipline. Something which the island lacked too much to soothe his nerves.
He'd given up on the sling yesterday. His arm hadn't healed yet, and the bandage was there to prove it, but the sling was gone. It was a step both small and significant.
These two truths, joined together, flowed into one prolonged practice drill. Sometimes, his left hand even made it to the blade, and while the dummies suffered, he felt all the better for it.
Arthur, as Merlin had a tendency to put it, took playing with swords very seriously.
[[ open for all your salle needs, but cranky violent prince is cranky and violent ]]
He'd given up on the sling yesterday. His arm hadn't healed yet, and the bandage was there to prove it, but the sling was gone. It was a step both small and significant.
These two truths, joined together, flowed into one prolonged practice drill. Sometimes, his left hand even made it to the blade, and while the dummies suffered, he felt all the better for it.
Arthur, as Merlin had a tendency to put it, took playing with swords very seriously.
[[ open for all your salle needs, but cranky violent prince is cranky and violent ]]