[AnOTP]: Jaenelle/Lia

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle is practicing.

Holding one of the long bladed sticks that Lucivar so prizes, she sweeps gracefully through the movements, wearing the loose pants that allow her to move freely, poised almost on her toes.

It would look like dancing if it weren't for the weapon and the deadly focused look in her eyes.

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[knightscholar]

Lia, a sword at her hip, moves up close enough to watch. Another woman practicing a deadly art, and this one is beautiful. She isn't sure she means the woman or the art, but both are, in their own ways. She's never seen a weapon like that either. Her training had been about what she'd face or get her hands on in Europe of her era. Still, the power of it all has her eyes glued while her hands cover her mouth to keep back sounds.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle moves through the last steps of her form, the bladed end sweeping down to cut through the air with a whistle, and only then does she notice that she's being watched. Her eyes snap open, and the bladed stick lowers quickly.

Her smile is bright and sudden. "Hello!"

[knightscholar]

Lia drops her hands and then bends her knees for a very deep bow, almost going completely to the ground. "I don't think I've seen anything so beautiful in all my life," she says. As usual, her voice is perhaps a little too low to be truly feminine, but the whispered reverence is very, very sincere.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle, predictably, blushes. And how. "You're - well, thank you. My brother taught me. It's his movements." She glances down at the stick, and adds, "And his weapon."

She can beat him, of course, but still. "You're really - too kind."