Afternoon, Hangover Day, Vitur Guest Quarters Courtyard (Attn. Giovanni)
The day's excitement more than made up for the fact that Aster had been two young to attend the King's Ball. She'd already helped Spackle and Emily to smuggle that man out of the palace, and now she was to have her first fencing lesson. Emily hadn;t arrived yet, and Aster didn't know whether she and Spackle had been successful. She'd wanted to go with them, but they'd told her that she would just attract more attention by tagging along.
Her mind raced between Spackle and Emily's mission and her upcoming lesson. Maybe she should get prepared somehow. She had noticed that people usually stretched out their muscles and practiced before a tournament. Aster bent down and touched her toes, then stretched her leg up on one of the courtyard benches. The gues quarters around the small courtyard were mostly empty still, which is why Aster's mother had chosen this place. Growing bored of stretching, Aster picked up a thin stick and swung it like a sword, battling against a mock opponent. In her imagination, those nasty Joffa boys were begging for mercy as she closed in for the kill.
Her mind raced between Spackle and Emily's mission and her upcoming lesson. Maybe she should get prepared somehow. She had noticed that people usually stretched out their muscles and practiced before a tournament. Aster bent down and touched her toes, then stretched her leg up on one of the courtyard benches. The gues quarters around the small courtyard were mostly empty still, which is why Aster's mother had chosen this place. Growing bored of stretching, Aster picked up a thin stick and swung it like a sword, battling against a mock opponent. In her imagination, those nasty Joffa boys were begging for mercy as she closed in for the kill.