The Salle; Saturday Afternoon [ 09/17 ].
Words could not express how grateful Rosella felt that her mother had not caught wind of that ridiculous Three Minute Date event going on at the local tavern. Although Rosella was certain that Valanice wouldn't likely find many of the young men on the island date-worthy for a princess, she could hear her mother commenting on how the socialization would be good for her. But Rosella could think of fifty gazillion other things she'd rather be doing that didn't include dating.
One of those things was sword practice. She'd been lazy about keeping up with her exercises and she realized quickly that sword practice was much more fun when she didn't have her fencing master criticizing her every move. She'd spent a good deal of time working with various different practice swords, leaving a few dummies quite beaten and poked in her wake, and then she decided to really have some fun.
Hey, if the shovel hadn't been there to begin with, she wouldn't have thought to use it. But it was just as effective as a weapon as a sword.
No.
The shovel was better.
[[ open salle is open, of course! ]]
One of those things was sword practice. She'd been lazy about keeping up with her exercises and she realized quickly that sword practice was much more fun when she didn't have her fencing master criticizing her every move. She'd spent a good deal of time working with various different practice swords, leaving a few dummies quite beaten and poked in her wake, and then she decided to really have some fun.
Hey, if the shovel hadn't been there to begin with, she wouldn't have thought to use it. But it was just as effective as a weapon as a sword.
No.
The shovel was better.
[[ open salle is open, of course! ]]