「 ⚔ 」 STATUS ﹕ closed. 「 ⚔ 」 LOCATION ﹕ ahead of the tourney, sparring ring. 「 ⚔ 」 WITH ﹕ @toothd + willas.
alysanne felt the weight of the swords in her palm, unsheathing great blades and running her fingertips against the sharpness of them. sometimes she wondered what shape she would have become if she had been able to play out in the training grounds like she had wanted. instead her childhood had been stretched, occupied by the tedium of sewing and practicing decorum and toeing the line between dragon and princess. maekara had been the one to offer her life to the blade ; although what she felt could not be named anger, there was a certain numbness whenever alysanne looked upon training grounds or fought against the urge to partake in mindless violence for entertainment.
instead, she would watch. observe. alysanne had finally rid herself of one sickness and yet, when she turned to watch the pillar of willas hightower approaching, she realised another sickness was fast approaching. “are you here to loosen up your muscles, ser ? ” whenever she addressed him, now, his title was drawn out, a single syllable elongated and lilting in a manner of teasing. “you know, i used to enjoy swordplay when i was a girl. i have not practised in many years.” alysanne thought back to the poisoning, the way the hightowers had arrived gallantly to bring a great remedy. she supposed she could allow him at least a moment of her time. “do you care to spar ? ”