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As was her practice, Lyrae was outside in the cool of the evening practicing her swords skills. The sword is dull as it would not do to hurt someone but it is nonetheless very menacing-looking--a single-edged curved blade. Barefoot and still wearing a dark gown, Lyrae went through her routine of moves, and after as much practice as she has had, the speed is fast and the moves are textbook perfect. Pausing to catch her breath, she flicked her wrist a few times. It was stiff--more warm-up would be necessary.
Approachable.
Approachable.