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[_mother_dearest]

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

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[obnoxiousadams]

Approachable, you say?

Would she like to be approached by a man with a very large bouquet of flowers, perhaps?

It doesn't matter whether she would like to or not, because John's... already next to her.

"My lady."

[_mother_dearest]

Her jaw clenched slightly and her mouth twisted. She had rather hoped that this would not come up again. With a small sigh, she commented coldly.

"I am exercising. Now is not the time for flowers."

[obnoxiousadams]

"You've quite the hand, madam - I must say that I am very impressed!"

She could totally kick his ass. He's keeping his distance.

"I will hold them until you are finished."

[_mother_dearest]

Another measured sigh from Lyrae... He was persistent. He had that virtue, if it could be called such.

"You are certainly taxing my patience."