Maea
If I could sing one last song
She had barely arrived herself when he showed up. Maea had been going over the ground of the sparring ring, kicking aside loose stones and fallen twigs and looked up with a smile as the heard Liam approach. Her eyes were bright, alert despite the early hour.
"Good morning. I'm good - slept really well, unusually. You?"
Taking in his appearance with a glint of appreciation, she especially noted the sword strapped to his waist. Maea had seen it before and paid it little attention, but now that she would make close acquaintance with the blade it seemed prudent to take notice.
"I feel I should warn you, I've got a new weapon that I have only tried a few times before. If I do poorly today, that will be my excuse."
Letting it slip from her shoulder, the blade whooshed through the air as she attempted to twirl it between her hands. Unlike a plain staff the glaive had a higher center of balance, and it would take some getting used to before she grew confident in its use.
"Good morning. I'm good - slept really well, unusually. You?"
Taking in his appearance with a glint of appreciation, she especially noted the sword strapped to his waist. Maea had seen it before and paid it little attention, but now that she would make close acquaintance with the blade it seemed prudent to take notice.
"I feel I should warn you, I've got a new weapon that I have only tried a few times before. If I do poorly today, that will be my excuse."
Letting it slip from her shoulder, the blade whooshed through the air as she attempted to twirl it between her hands. Unlike a plain staff the glaive had a higher center of balance, and it would take some getting used to before she grew confident in its use.
I'd make it a good one
