[Not so very long ago, Alan of Trebond, Squire to Prince Jonathan of Tortall, took a dimensional wrong turn and wound up in the wilds of what used to be downtown Washington, DC. Luckily,
two curious partners named Bones and Booth were there to help her through the transition and, um, around the rampaging dinosaurs
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It is early and Booth is still asleep. Brennan considers her options when she notes the absence of their young companion. She eyes her partner but decides not to wake him. He's been having a difficult time ever since that incident with the school bus and the fire truck (which she maintains wasn't her fault), so she simply writes him a quick note.
Went to look around with Alan. Took a gun. See you when you catch up with us.
And with that she set off after the young man.
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It's just insulting.
The thing is, Alanna would do just about anything to hear one of her friends call her that again. They're on her mind this morning, as they often are, and she finds herself scowling at the dust kicked up by her annoyed stride. Before long, she's worked up a fine temper and puts Faithful down beside the road, then draws her sword.
A few sword forms might take the edge off. And give Bones time to catch up.
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"Practice forms are an excellent form of mental and physical exercise. Most existent martial arts have developed them independently which suggests that they are an extremely effective teaching technique."
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"Nothing is as effective as crossing blades with an opponent for the first time," she declares at last, bringing Lightning down in a vicious sweep.
Losing can be an effective learning tool, Faithful puts in, rubbing his head against Brennan's ankle.
"I don't lose," Alanna grumbles back.
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"What does it matter. Truth or not, there isn't anyone here who could say any different."
She looks Brennan in the eye.
"Are they still sleeping?"
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"Yes. I estimate that Booth will sleep at least another seventy minutes. Cam... She has exhibited a tendency to rise early. She might be up withing forty-five minutes."
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It helps keep her mostly sane, at any rate.
"I'm hungry," she announces.
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Brennan is helpful like that.
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"I was hoping for something that actually resembled food," she says, turning to point at the buildings ahead.
Really, at this point, she's not even sure that those granola bars would be suitable for the city rats.
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"Good. Booth won't be happy if we come across another wildebeest situation."
Though why she's grinning as she says it is anyone's guess.
Starting to walk, slower this time so maybe Faithful won't have to use his claws, she glances at Brennan. "Have you ever used a sword?"
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Oh... wait... Did Alanna mean for fighting?
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"No," Alanna replies slowly, "as it's meant to be used -- in a fight."
Although truth be told, she finds that bit about specific blade patterns interesting and adds offhandedly, "Magic can leave patterns like that, too."
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(She really hopes that place up the road has chickens.)
"Then how do you explain my Gift?"
And people call her mad!
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