Flax // Fair
The sword should be the extension of one's self -- that's what she kept mind when she found the time and safety to bring out the silver blade. The courtyard of their apartment complex proved to be a space open enough to thrust and cut at the air without fear of anyone getting hurt or scared off by seeing such a thing. A blessing indeed it was that at this time of day, most people were either working or at school. Most importantly, this time of day was a haven away from her husband -- though truthfully, and she felt a pang of guilt rise in her chest for this, she had made it a point to seldom be home whenever possible.
Guilt because in doing so she was leaving her new daughter to be thrown under the griffin's talon. And additionally, having so little faith within herself: she was no longer in Ylisse, yes, but that did not make her any less a Shepherd. Olivia, with beads of sweat collecting on her brow as she kept an even pace with her one woman swordplay, vowed to retain her strength and fortitude within her heart. But refreshing her verse with the blade did not hurt either.
She continued her training with great focus, precisely why when she was called to by another voice she jumped and gasped instantly. Miraculously, her grip on the weapon remained firm. She turned on her heel to be met with, speak of the devil, Fair. Olivia recalled introducing herself, but rarely did she find the comfort to speak to her. But now that they were alone, she felt a lot more at ease.
"Fair," She greeted and tilted her head in a cordial nod. "It's rather early...I-I did not expect you to be up and about at this hour. But I suppose it is a prime time for breakfast...or a stroll..."