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Archie has never been the best of sleepers; he is restless and plagued with nightmares, not as bad as some certainly, but disturbing enough to rob him of his rest. So, after watching Svava sleep for a while, he gets up, dresses, checks on Laerke, asleep in her room, and goes out to the lake.
He's not fool enough to wander into the woods on the full moon, so he is within a stone's throw of the back door, his white shirt fairly glowing in the moonlight, his sword describing complicated patterns in the air. After a while, he pauses, switches hands, begins the drills all over again.
His face is a picture of concentration, his focus entirely on the movements of the sword, but catch him between sets, and he'd be more than happy to stop and chat with any other insomniacs or early risers.
He's not fool enough to wander into the woods on the full moon, so he is within a stone's throw of the back door, his white shirt fairly glowing in the moonlight, his sword describing complicated patterns in the air. After a while, he pauses, switches hands, begins the drills all over again.
His face is a picture of concentration, his focus entirely on the movements of the sword, but catch him between sets, and he'd be more than happy to stop and chat with any other insomniacs or early risers.