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The back door opens, admitting one short, redhaired knight. She's flushed and smiling, a look of triumph in her eyes, and there's something of her old swagger in her step. It's a nice change from the waddle.
Alanna has only been gone for fifteen minutes, but that was long enough to practice the simplest of sword drills and take her first step toward training.
Finding a seat at Bar, she bites her lip and wonders if a celebratory tart might be defeating the purpose. Her hand hasn't strayed from the sword at her side.
[OOC: Not entirely plot-locked, but please ping eccofiore first. Thanks!]
Alanna has only been gone for fifteen minutes, but that was long enough to practice the simplest of sword drills and take her first step toward training.
Finding a seat at Bar, she bites her lip and wonders if a celebratory tart might be defeating the purpose. Her hand hasn't strayed from the sword at her side.
[OOC: Not entirely plot-locked, but please ping eccofiore first. Thanks!]