[Training] more than the catastrophes too

A low whistle preceded the appearance of another into the more secluded part of the training yard. [say]"That is one very dead dummy."[/say] Aino paused to look at it properly, as a crooked smile of appreciation teased dimples into her cheeks. [say]"Whatever it did to offend ye, I'd say it got what it deserved."[/say]

With a sword slung over her shoulder rather than belted to her waist, the woman both did and did not look the part of the born soldier. The posture was there, the bearing and the purposeful stride, but that was also it. Her clothes were wrong, more reminiscing of a hunter's garb and there were details that suggested too long time spent away from a superiors keen eyes. The lush braid of blonde hair was coming undone from its confines and there were buttons missing in the coat. Boot laces slapped untied against her heels as she turned to saunter off a bit, unwilling to encroach too much on the space of one with so much pent up potential for destruction.

[say]"If you still have steam to blow off and would like a spar, I will be over there."[/say] Pointing to a corner where she promptly deposited herself, the woman discarded her burdens and began to warm up. Politely unobtrusive - easy to ignore, if company was not desired.