AINO
"Lookin good there, laddie," came a lilting drawl after some time had passed. An appreciative, if not a bit amused, smile rested on Aino's lips where she stood a few paces over to the side. Sweat gleamed on her own brow, plastering golden hair to the temples; a practice sword had been slung over a shoulder, much like a shovel had in the past and it was obvious she had only just paused her own training.
"Need a sparring partner? Dunno what's yer poison, but I bet I can take ye on with whatever." Grinning to take the edge off the challenge, she stood up straighter and went back to what she had been doing. Flowing between forms in a slow, precise manner, she wielded her weapon with the skill of one who had done little else for years. If she was out of practice now, it was frightful to think what she would have been like when in tip-top shape.
"Need a sparring partner? Dunno what's yer poison, but I bet I can take ye on with whatever." Grinning to take the edge off the challenge, she stood up straighter and went back to what she had been doing. Flowing between forms in a slow, precise manner, she wielded her weapon with the skill of one who had done little else for years. If she was out of practice now, it was frightful to think what she would have been like when in tip-top shape.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
