Lyrka walked out onto the sands of the training grounds, her glaive held in one hand. Her golden white locks were pinned back from her face, her silvery wings folded tightly against her back and her liontail sweeping in a side-to-side motion. She had discarded her skirt and blouse for a pair of gray breeches and a sleeveless blue tunic.

A faint smile spread across her face as she began to swing the glaive in one of the more complicated patterndances, increasing her speed till the blade on the staff was but a silverblue blur. It had been awhile since she had practiced like this but she enjoyed it greatly.

[glow=blue,2]Nareis watched in awe. She had yet to master much combat with the sword and her spear, both gifts from Athiyk. She had done a few basic excercises, helped by Athiyk, but they were far from the skill of the woman and her glaive. She stood by the fences of the training yard and watched.[/glow]

Lyrka focused solely on getting the patterndance right, having not noticed that Nareis watched from nearby. Once the dance was complete, and the ironshod end of the glaive rested on the sands, Lyrka's breathing returned to normal. "Ah, I have missed glaive practice," she remarked then froze when Nareis came to view. "...Hello," it took her only a few moments to collect herself and supply a polite greeting to the other.

Säleth stood practicing nearby. She leaped in the air, weilding her sword around gracefully. She landed nicely, very proud of herself. She ws improving quite well. Swinging her sword around, attempting the same manouver once more she tripped in the process of focusing on her footwork, falling face first into the grainy sand.

"Crap.."

This was one of the mant times she had messed up when trying to place her feet properly. She just wasn't one of those perfect fighters although she was a perfect killer. Looking nearby she noticed others, and hoped they hadn't seen her. She was too proud to be humiliated.

Lyrka haddn't noticed Saleth until she had spoken, causing her to look over towards the other curiously. A brow raised though she nodded to her in greeting.

Säleth picked herself up, brushing the sand off her dress. She noticed the girl greeting her in such a friendly way. She scowled. What an idiot. She hated those who meddled in other business, those who tried to be " friendly ".

" What do you want?"

She yelled rudely.