Improving her Skills

After the meal, Barahirn being restored to the bed, and the plates being cleaned, I returned to my training, only this time with the indoor opponents in the side room. As the afternoon grew warmer, I was glad I wore but a thin sleeveless dress. Swinging Sarphir repeatedly at dummies was hot work, and my arms began to ache due to lack of regular practice, but I would not stop.

A few times I heard Estarfin’s voice, speaking as if to something he had crafted. I wondered at what he was making with such tenacity, but knew I would find out as soon as he wished. 

I took a short break to pause and cool off with a glass of cordial. I tried to tidy my hair which was curling tightly in the heat, and had escaped its combs - I looked more like a farm assistant in the rain than any Lady, but no matter.

(Picture by Estarfin )