Salle - Late morning
It was not often that Faramir found himself growing weary of study, but today he needed to move. His classes' syllabus was proving to be a challenge, it was a struggle deciphering the words and then he had to restart so he could grasp their meaning as well. It'd had come to a point where his dreams were filled with strange scripts that he needed to understand to avoid a great doom, usually this was an indication that he needed a rest. Resting however, did not mean that he should be idle.
Which was why he could be found in the salle, practising the moves his brother had taught him. It was a little strange without Boromir (or even one of the rangers) there to correct him, but even without their presence he couldn't afford to let his skills slip.
[Open, yep. And this totally wasn't posted in the wrong place first.]
Which was why he could be found in the salle, practising the moves his brother had taught him. It was a little strange without Boromir (or even one of the rangers) there to correct him, but even without their presence he couldn't afford to let his skills slip.
[Open, yep. And this totally wasn't posted in the wrong place first.]