Room 303, Wednesday Afternoon
After everything yesterday, and the days before that, Arthur had returned to his room to find it lacking in any irritating desert nobles. When Leto still hadn't returned come morning, he supposed he should have wondered, but Leto was a grown man (to a point - he was also often a small child) and he could deal with himself.
Arthur welcomed the quiet of the room as it stood right now. While he may not have been able to carry his sword into the dorms, a broom could make for a good staff with some modifications and a bit of imagination. He ran through the drill once, then again, then a third time.
Then did it again.
As long as he focused on his motions alone, he could almost pretend that his mind wasn't going a million miles all at once and taking the rest of him with it. Strike high. Strike low...
[[ mostly establishy, but can be open, sure ]]
Arthur welcomed the quiet of the room as it stood right now. While he may not have been able to carry his sword into the dorms, a broom could make for a good staff with some modifications and a bit of imagination. He ran through the drill once, then again, then a third time.
Then did it again.
As long as he focused on his motions alone, he could almost pretend that his mind wasn't going a million miles all at once and taking the rest of him with it. Strike high. Strike low...
[[ mostly establishy, but can be open, sure ]]