A rhapsody for you and me

Maea

If I could sing one last song

Her grin as Liam tumbled to the ground was as wide and toothy as it was satisfied. Though he rolled easily back to his feet she claimed her win with a triumphant little laugh that lingered even as he sank back en guard to await her pleasure. And a pleasure it was, there was no other way to describe this. The glaive was light in her hands as she twirled it to find the balance point again, and she felt light as well. Light of heart, lithe in the body, enjoying this spar like she'd almost forgotten how to. Thalassa might be jealous if she knew - but then, quite some time had passed between their most recent spar and this one, and Maea felt like an ancient thawed from stone all over again. Only, it was her heart and spirits that were restored, not just the body.

"One point each," she grinned at Liam, circling him with a predator's easy grace while searching for an opening. "Let's see who ends up buying dinner..." Her tail flicked; feigning a thrust with the glaive her foot stomped into the soft ground, only to withdraw again. Then a second feint - only, this time she followed it up with a quick series of rapid thrusts, testing his guard as she aimed for shoulder, other shoulder and chest with the kind of light jabs that wouldn't do much harm even if they did land. Belatedly, she thought it might have been better to use wooden swords instead - to train with sharp edges was risky, even if it did keep them on their toes.

I'd make it a good one