Out by the lake: Elaine's sword lesson

[the_lioness]

*Alanna stands by the lake, humming and examining a set of throwing knives. Elaine's next sword lesson is scheduled to start soon, and Alanna keeps an eye on the bar door in the hopes that George, Svava and Archie put in an appearance as well.*

[OOC: Anyone is welcome to come watch or join in. :) ]

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[the_lioness]

King Jonathan. He's my oldest friend...

*She trails off with a curse at the sight of Archie's scar. Taking a deep breath, she averts her eyes. Alanna knows something of scars, oh yes.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava almost wails. "But it wasn't an enemy, it was you!" Which is why she's making a fuss over this. Attention right now at trying to pull his shirt off- she has it down almost off his right arm, but its caught up on Archie's left shoulder still. A worried tug on it, then looking back up at Archie and then Alanna.

Finally, she notes the wound and the scar. Svava bites her lip, and looks back to trying to get the cuff of the sleeve down and off.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

He finally notices that his shirt's halfway off and feebly attempts to recover it from Svava. His voice is reduced to a whisper, pleading, heavy with shame.

"No..."

As her half turns, his back is seen to be cris-crossed with lash marks. Some are thin white lines, very old and well healed. Others are newer, deeper, still shiny and pink though still old themselves. He's almost forgotten about those.

[the_lioness]

Goddess. *Alanna grits her teeth and looks at Archie with solemn eyes. After a moment, she simply nods and looks to Svava to make sure she's alright.*

Svava? Do you want to heal him or shall I?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Archie's facing her, she hasn't seen his back. Svava's looking up at Archie, puzzled and concered, letting him take his shirt back. She reaches up to brush her hand against his cheek.

"Ég ást þú. "

She drops her hand down to rest on his, clenched on his shirt.

"Let me heal it?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

It's her voice that does it, he's got tears in his eyes now and he hates it. He shies away from her touch, finally pulling abruptly from both girls grasps.

"Just... Please, no. You shouldn't have to."

He turns, finally giving Svava the full view of his back, and grabs his jacket and waistcoat from the branch they had been deposited earlier.

With a muttered apology, he makes his escape, hurriedly pulling his crumpled and bloodstained shirt back on as he goes.

Patrons of the bar might notice a rather upset, half-dressed sailor storming through the bar in a few moments, but probably not. He's heading towards his room (http://www.livejournal.com/users/prone_to_panic/2107.html).

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Wide-eyed, watching Archie storm off. Svava bites her lip, and looks at Alanna.

There's something murmured that might be an apology or plea- and she's running off to follow Archie.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna stares after them both with equally wide eyes.*

Gods... *Sighing, she retrieves both their swords and the rest of hers before heading back inside.*