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A calm, gentle breeze floated through the leafy boughs of the woods, gently rustling the foliage as the sun filtered through the canopy to the forest floor. Small puddles of water, and the scent of fresh rain marked the area as having a shower within the last few days. For the moment, all was still, and all was quiet, and then the sound of footsteps squelching through the mud and the ring of a sword returning to its place broke the peaceable silence.
Emese smiled as her
spatha fell back into its sheathe, breathing heavily as she leaned against a large oak tree. The silver furred maiden was a peculiarity among her fellow sword wielders; first of all, she no known military experience, and secondly, the vixen was by no means from any renowned family of swordsmen, and yet her skill with a blade was on par with some of the finest knights in the land. Wiping some grime off of her face, Emese looked back over her training area; several trees bore numerous scars and gouges from her successive training exercises, many of them within mere centimetres of each other. If any of the fox's peers were out with her, they'd see how she became so well versed with a blade.
"I suppose that's enough for the moment..." Emese chuckled, putting her hands behind her head as she sat back against the tree. After a long morning of hiking and training out in the wilderness, she was beat. Being as it was a five mile hike back to town, a nap out in the woods didn't seem like a bad idea to her.
It'll only be an hour or so... Then maybe I can get back to town and see Jolak about some drinks... she thought, closing her eyes for a well earned snooze...