Sword-fighting practice

It's a slightly breezy afternoon that sees Ysalwen heading toward the lake with a set of practice swords, Liranan trotting behind. The mabari is carrying the padding, because it is bulky, and so is he.

Ysa sets her burden down in a soft, grassy spot, checking the ground for large stones and carefully piling them up on top of a nearby boulder.

No one needs to trip over something while practicing.

(That's for the advanced class, taught by someone else entirely.)

Then she tucks herself up against said large rock and settles in to wait.