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There's a Sidhe princess in the bar.

She's been feeling sorry for herself and been keeping to herself. There's dark shadows under her eyes and a quiet tiredness around her. Now she's sitting in a arm chair and curled up around a book. Tea and breakfast next to her.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC: Mun is here all day but might be a bit slow, baby and babysitting..god save me from highhanded 9 year olds]

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"We have an appointment, do we not, Princess?"

First the cheerful sounding voice, and then he notes her face,

"'Thought it can, of course, wait."

She blinks up in surprise, and then shifts to her feet

"No no we do have a appointment..where shall we go?"

"Out to the lake, I think."

He offers her his arm politely.

She smiles and slides her arm through his. Luckily she's in comfortable clothing, just not having the heart to put on something more glamorous since there's nothing in particular she has to do or no one in particular she has to impress.

"That sounds fine"

Arithon has jeans on, but his upper body is still garbed almost well enough for court. His one attempt at more modern shirts left him feeling half-naked.

He walks her out the back door, toward the shore of the lake. Definitely far enough away from the stables that they won't spook the horses. Letting her arm free he paces a circle of about fifteen feet in diameter, then pauses,

"Do you mind if we ward the circle? There are children who come to the bar, and it might be best to make certain that they will not fall afoul of our knives."

She tilts her head watching him she holds still hands at her side and then nods as she glances about.

"Sure..I mean I don't really know how to do that..well I do for our duels at home but that..means that it would be a true duel and not just a practice one. First blood, second blood, third blood.."

He just shrugs, and shadows rise along the line of the circle he paced out. Anything wanting through them would have to work at it,

"I'll drop it when we are done. First blood, second blood, third blood? This is not a practice of my lands."

She slides out the dagger and then tilts her head as she rolls her shoulders.

"First blood means to the first blood..you cut lips and then kiss one another and it wards the circle. Second means until the one can no longer fight..you slice wrists and put them together to strengthen the warding. Third blood is until the death. That is a nick to the throat."

She shrugs and watches him.

There is a flip of his hands. Different customs for different lands. Alithiel is slipped from his belt, and set just outside the circle...his shadows, he has no trouble with them. When he stands back up the twin to Merry's dagger is in his hand.

"It seems odd to me, but then we don't tend to ward circles at all on Paravia. It just seems appropriate to me, here, because of the children."

She chuckles and reguards him, head tilting as she slightly crouches.

"So how do we begin?" She asks eyes intent

He echoes her movements, and murmurs,

"By seeking openings, Princess."

She grins a little at him, watching..keeping close to the ground like her father taught her. Chin down to protect her neck, hand wrapped around the hilt firmly, and slowly she begins to circle.

"So you say"

He isn't bad...but she's better. It has been a long time since Arithon s'Ffalenn had only a knife to defend himself, and he's dropped most of the training between when he (reluctantly) learned and when he started to gain control of magic and the sword.

Which is why in what would be a humiliatingly short amount of time (if he were the type to feel humiliation), there is an opening that Merry can quite easily take to dis-arm him and lay him out.

She on the other hand has just recently gained control of her magics. And there she is on bended knee watching with the pulse racing thud of someone who has had to fight for their life before.

It sharpens the senses and hones the reflexes. When it comes she dives in. Knife fighting Merry style is a reckless free-for-all in effort to get the upper hand and quickly. Feet and hands strike out and she pins him to the ground kneeling ontop of him his knife kicked to the side.

Panting she peers down at him, a bit surprised to be honest.

"You win, Princess."

He grins up at her, panting a bit,

"Next time a different weapon?"

"I dunno" she grins back down at him and pushes up and off "I kinda like winnning"

A chuckle. "Alright...what weapon next time?"

"Sword or magic, my preferences."

He tugs on the heavy leather bracers he always wears, making certain that his shirt his still tucked under and hiding the scars on his arms,

"I am not bad with a bow, but not terribly good and I am afeared of guns."

"I warn you, my magic is..not fun. And once it does it's work I do not know how to undo it"

She really doesn't want to turn Arithon into a big ball of living flesh, organs on the outside not the in.

"I could teach you a gun if you'd like"

"I do not like guns."

He stretches, and gives her one of those looks again...seeking it out,

"Ah. Yes, that would be something of a problem, wouldn't it? Death magics...no, perhaps we should stick with swords."

She watches him with a small smile "I see"

She doesn't press about the gun and then nods "I've had some training with a Rapier.."

Part of his personal nightmare hell involves people falling down with large poritions of their backs missing from Joe's guns.

"I have not used a rapier in a while, but I am certain we can work something out."

"Then we shall both be rusty and perhaps you will have a chance to beat me" She grins her brows lifting up

"Ah, Princess, the knife is not my favored weapon. Mind, nothing with an edge is really. I would far prefer it did all battles take place in the realm of satire."

He purses his lips and whistles something. There are, obviously, no words but it sounds absolutly risque.

She blinks and then laughs at him, her head falling back, good spirits returning.

"You are a odd" her eyes dance merrily.

"An odd what?"

He grins,

"I am Masterbard. And music rarely causes death."