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[piratekingswann]

Although Elizabeth had been thinking of it since encountering Sonya and her acquaintance sparring. She not have found time to spar with anyone yet - part of her had held back on doing so given how long it had been since she'd crossed swords with anyone even in practice. There was no shame in losing to someone more skilled when it was mere practice

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[lt_blade]

It was like Special warfare school all over again, or at least the training was reminiscent of it: leaving muscles sore and crying out for mercy. And Sonya was still getting back into shape after being 'at rest' for a month.

She was heading back to her hut when she passed by the Hidden Hamlet and saw Elizabeth with her sword. Sonya had yet to get one from her, and now seemed as good as any time-lord knew, after a six mile trek they would both be evenly matched more so.

"Afternoon." She said, walking over.

[piratekingswann]

Elizabeth lowered the sword when she realised it was someone at least vaguely familiar. "Hello Sonya," she said. She sort of admired that both times she had seen Sonya she either had been fighting or looked like she might have been. "Busy day?"she asked - not that Elizabeth likely looked better after a afternoon of stop and starting sword practice.

[lt_blade]

She nodded, brushing her bangs from her face. "There's said to be openings for the ITF, and the training to get in is rough."

"Decided to get back into swordsmenship, then?" She stretched out her shoulders to keep them from seizing up, just barely cringing when she felt one pop.

Sonya looked over at Weatherby, not sure on just how Elizabeth felt on being a mother, but she had to give her credit for putting on a brave (albeit exhausted) face about it. Not that it would've made much of a difference, but there was something to be said about facing something than denying it or giving up on it.

[piratekingswann]

Elizabeth had about as much interest in the ITF as she did anything else organised on the island and she wouldn't go to them if she needed help either. Though James' likely would so at least one of them was interested.

"I am," she said. "Attempting it anyway - it's not been the most directed practice but it's better than nothing." And it had been a better practice than she had expected - Weatherby had been quiet and content. He could have objected to being left to his own devices.

[lt_blade]

"Well unless you object, I could use some practice myself if you'll take a sparring partner."

She still remembered their chat on the beach, and given the unpredictability of the island, she wasn't about to turn down the chance to train with a weapon again.

And if Sonya were honest with herself-and she usually was-maybe some part of her was excited at actually owning an using a sword.

[piratekingswann]

Elizabeth isn't sure how this will go and if Weatherby will react as well to sparring as he has done to watching her merely practice forms. Yet she would like to try - and there is no reason he should react badly, she reasons. He's too young to understand they are only sparring but he's also really too young to recognise a threat. She thinks. "I would," she said. "As long as it doesn't upset the baby. Here I'll show you the swords." She picked Weatherby up because if she went out of sight that was a guaranteed tantrum and motioned Sonya to follow her into the house.

There were four sheathed small swords resting against the wall near the door. Most of what the island had brought her was still on the Empress - there was more room to store multiple sharp objects there but until Weatherby could get around on his own Elizabeth felt better having some in the house. "I'm not sure how court swords compare to what you've used before," she said. "But that's what I have, my first husband was a blacksmith and early on the island gave me part

[lt_blade]

"All things considered, I think it's best we both take things slow for a bit." Because it had been awhile for her, and she couldn't see how loosing a hand would do any of them any good.

She followed her inside, looking more at the swords than the other details.

"Looks a lot more practical than what the island gave me."

Sonya carefully pulled out one of the swords, checking it's weight on her wrist (and being mindful to not cut anyone in the process) and studying the blade.

"I'm more used to swords that slash instead of stab, but I'm a fast learner and not a total novice." She flicked the thicker part of the blade, closer to the hilt, with her fingers. "Nice. Most of the swords in my time are more for ceremonial or decorative purposes, but your husband definitely knew what he was doing." There was genuine respect in her voice.