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[flame_and_void]

Shirtless and covered in a sheen of cool sweat from the afternoon breeze, Rand is outside practicing sword forms one handed. Each time it looks awkward, he stops, pauses, and starts again from the beginning. Progress is slow, but will not move forward if practice is not committed to

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[there_is_a_me]

There is something smallish (compared to normal yautja!) bolting past. After Spoon's fun-with-outrunning-jeeps, he's not interested in running without his armor much for a while.

So, er, there is something smallish and heavily armed bolting past. Several times. Because he's running laps around the lake.

[flame_and_void]

Becoming aware of the small thing running around the lake, Rand finishes the form he's in, and pauses.

And his eyes widen. The small thing looks relatively close to an armored Seanchean warrior. Or as close as one might get to one.

He looks around for a Damane, but finding none decides not to embrace saidin. He simply watches closely for a while.

[there_is_a_me]

Well. He looks like an armored something, anyway. Wolf's muzzle on yautja mask, full armor from a kainde amedha's body, bare hands and feet. When he notices that he's being watched his run slows, slows rather more, and then stops, "Hallo!" is the cheerful call (translated, helpfully, into chittering).

[flame_and_void]

Frowning, he replies, "Hello..."

There is a calmness about the man, and a heavy bit of wariness as well.