Practice makes perfect, or does it?

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan keeps himself warm running in circle and occasionally providing a shadow opponent for some of Ysalwen's sword-work. Usually when she is practicing counters.

But right now she's got a book propped open on a rock in front of her, frowning and biting her lip as she moves her wrist like that, keeps her feet set like that, and with her weight on her feet like this --

"Mmmph. No, that wasn't right. Not stable enough. Liranan, bark if my weight is too far over my knee again, thank you."

And back to it she goes.

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[freedom_is_grey]

"I wouldn't call it a project, but I've -- well. There's something to be said in sparring and training with a wide variety of opponents and teachers. What do you use your sword-work for, yourself? You don't -- seem like someone in a military order."

Understatement.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras's mouth quirks a little, wryly.

"I was never a soldier, no. I fought for my country and the rights of her people, against a government that respected only its own authority."

...Also it was a standard gentlemanly skill to learn at least something of, but that's not what she asked, and it's not why he devoted himself to learning.

[freedom_is_grey]

"Not a terrible sort of fight to be in," she says, smile just a little crooked.

"Fighting for the downtrodden rather than against them. Or against the country next door just because."

[pro_patria_mortuus]

"I regret that the fight was ever necessary," he says, quiet and very sincere, "but I can think of no greater honor than to have been a part of it."

[freedom_is_grey]

She takes a breath, quick and soft.

"I have yet to meet anyone here where that fight wasn't necessary, to one degree or another. It's -- well. I'm grateful we're none of us alone, but -- I almost wish we could be? To think that what we face is an aberration and not so common a thing."