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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[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.*