The Salle - Wednesday, 7/22 - after classes
...considering that she'd had to deal with an awkward situation she'd thought well over with, ruined EVERYTHING, and had to deal with a dead body all in one day?
Fiona was in the salle. She was away from her books, away from her globe, away from the flowers that she'd nonetheless put in a little vase in her alcove even if she couldn't quite look at them. No, she was in the salle, she was practicing, and since she'd already done the hour of text messaging with Eliot (which had actually started with the question of What Exactly She'd Done with his music yesterday), she was staying away from the phone and hopefully, everyone.
Swords were so much simpler to deal with, after all.
[open, for Fiona, and as a salle is open]
Fiona was in the salle. She was away from her books, away from her globe, away from the flowers that she'd nonetheless put in a little vase in her alcove even if she couldn't quite look at them. No, she was in the salle, she was practicing, and since she'd already done the hour of text messaging with Eliot (which had actually started with the question of What Exactly She'd Done with his music yesterday), she was staying away from the phone and hopefully, everyone.
Swords were so much simpler to deal with, after all.
[open, for Fiona, and as a salle is open]