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Jon could not imagine there were words to express how glad he was not to be a girl anymore. In the week since he'd returned to his usual body, he'd been even more active than usual, running twice a day instead of once and practicing with Longclaw and his bow and arrow as often as he could manage. It was quite a relief to put his feet down and find his legs were the correct length, to turn his head quickly and not get hit in the face with a mass of hair.
The island certainly has a way of making one appreciate the little things, he reflected with a smile. The sun was hot on his skin as he stood in the yard of Summerfell, Longclaw bared in one hand, a tourney-dummy standing opposite him. He was still not sick of the comfort he took in finding the sword's weight and balance familiar as part of his arm; though he had not had cause to use it in earnest in many months, he could not let himself think that meant he never would again. A light breeze blew across his face and Jon smiled, spinning the sword easily in his hand and turning into a well-learned attack form, ending with the sword point against the dummy's neck. In a real fight, he would have had to get past the enemy's blade, of course, but he was confident enough in his skill to think he would not have had much trouble.
He heard a step behind him and dropped out of the fighter's pose he still held, brushing his hair out of his face and greeting the newcomer with a smile.
[you wanted it, you got it, come and get it. hot sweaty jon in a black wifebeater and shorts. :D]
The island certainly has a way of making one appreciate the little things, he reflected with a smile. The sun was hot on his skin as he stood in the yard of Summerfell, Longclaw bared in one hand, a tourney-dummy standing opposite him. He was still not sick of the comfort he took in finding the sword's weight and balance familiar as part of his arm; though he had not had cause to use it in earnest in many months, he could not let himself think that meant he never would again. A light breeze blew across his face and Jon smiled, spinning the sword easily in his hand and turning into a well-learned attack form, ending with the sword point against the dummy's neck. In a real fight, he would have had to get past the enemy's blade, of course, but he was confident enough in his skill to think he would not have had much trouble.
He heard a step behind him and dropped out of the fighter's pose he still held, brushing his hair out of his face and greeting the newcomer with a smile.
[you wanted it, you got it, come and get it. hot sweaty jon in a black wifebeater and shorts. :D]