excaliburned.
@galarcrown || offered to spar.
Ciela has been anxiously pacing for the better part of twenty minutes, waiting for the brothers to arrive. In lieu of a decent fencing outfit ( how neglectful of her not to pack one; she didn’t think she would be doing that kind of training ), she’s instead wearing her armor-- minus the battle skirt. While she would definitely want to wear it normally, she has decided that for a game of evasion, it would only hinder her efforts.
She keeps her sword at her side, fiddling lightly with the grip. This, thankfully, is not her usual Falchion; that would be far too dangerous to train with in this environment, against a person she has no intention of harming. No, it is a proper fencing sword, and this type has the substance she needs to wield a weapon without being too risky.
“ah! yer here,” said the moment two red and blue figures enter her line of sight. “pardon my outfit-- it’s a shame, but i left the proper one back home.” She moves to approach them, offering her free hand to shake. Her expression is alight with eagerness. “i forgot to introduce m’self before. i’m ciela fairburn, of the vernandoth region. pleasure to meet you both!”