The Salle, Monday Morning
Arthur had moved beyond restless into tense, and when he was tense, he took to the sword with twice his usual amount of dedication. That's why he was in the salle even earlier than usual today, practice sword in hand despite the few edges of strain he still felt in that arm, swinging at the dummy.
His blows were so utterly controlled they probably said a few things about his state of mind. No matter. He'd hopefully have his students soon, and use them gladly to keep his mind off of things.
After the reserve tomorrow: that's when he was going to try and use the causeway again. That idea alone would have to be enough.
[[ open as a salle generally is! ]]
His blows were so utterly controlled they probably said a few things about his state of mind. No matter. He'd hopefully have his students soon, and use them gladly to keep his mind off of things.
After the reserve tomorrow: that's when he was going to try and use the causeway again. That idea alone would have to be enough.
[[ open as a salle generally is! ]]