Sir Tele invited me to come and watch him spar with one of his brothers from Torvaldsland. I have seen them fight before in Scagnar and both are impressive fighters. The sparring grounds in Loch Avie are constructed and the weapons system is available for free and exclusive use only in Loch Avie. Its opening will be formally announced soon.Soon a crowd had gathered to watch that included Her Grace Eva Bellambi, whose generosity will allow us to be able to fight there. She passed out mugs of her uisge beatha and I sipped upon it as I watched the fighters go at it. Whisky makes everything better!
I was reluctant at first, not having practiced with the weapons. But after seeing Miss G. take them on, I was eager to go next and buckled myself into my breastplate. I gripped my sword tightly and Miss G. and I had quite the fight. I held my own against her and later, Mr. Goodliffe and Sir Tele as well. I shall tell you that grass does not taste good to eat, but we all must do so at some point...
Fighting is very tiring. I thought I'd take a break and rest upon the grass for a moment.
I was on my feet again when the sight of Sir Tele's back tattoo made me swoon. Between the tattoo and the kilt (you know how I feel about kilted men), oh my...so very dreamy... Even warrior women have breath arrested sometimes by the sight of handsome gents. Well, at least this one does...
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I shall tell you that grass does not taste good to eat, but we all must do so at some point...
My sentiments exactly!:) Very good fights, madame!
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