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[thequeensown]

[Talia had been a whirl of emotions since she and Kevas had admitted their feelings for one another. She loved him and there was absolutely no denying that fact, but the guilt over falling for anyone so quickly after the loss of her home and hearth; the love of her life and soulbonds. Was this right? Was she supposed to do this

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[lastofvaldemar]

Come down to deck thirteen. We'll spar.

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[thequeensown]

I will meet you there.

[Securing her sword belt in place (the knives already in their new home in her boots), she's off and moving. She takes the elevator, though she's not an enormous fan of the moving box, and arrives shortly.

She steps out, gaze moving over the field of flowers. The sight of it never fails to catch her off guard and she smiles slightly to herself. It was so strange to have something this lovely on a ship that had brought no small amount of horror to everyone on a fairly regular basis.

Pulling her gaze away, she sweeps the area for a sign of Vanyel himself.]

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[lastofvaldemar]

[He's only a little later than she, his own sword belted securely in place- preferring the stairs has its price.]

Heyla.

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[thequeensown]

[She turns slightly at the sound of his voice, offering him a nod and half smile.]

Heyla, Van.. [There is a brief pause and then.] Thank you for meeting me.. [She glances at his sword, a pang of regret at having lost her own before coming to the Elegante. The one she had settled on was balanced and felt good in her hand, a bit lighter than the standard issue Herald blade, but the best match she could find.

She had dressed comfortably, as she would have for any sparring match.]