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[defyingfrigidity]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, QUEENOFICEOLATION. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 013.11.221.20 *** QUEENOFICEOLATION has joined 013.11.221.20 <QUEENOFICEOLATION> I think I've finally gotten the hang of these devices. <QUEENOFICEOLATION> So! <QUEENOFICEOLATION> There's no harm in setting up one of these, yes? <QUEENOFICEOLATION> (Thanks to those of you who helped me do so and I'm sorry if I frustrated anyone)

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[defyingfrigidity]

[With the weather changing, it's getting a bit harder for Elsa to keep to their usual training schedule. Normally she found herself rising easily with the sun, but as the days begin to grow shorter, and the chill of autumn begins creeping in, there's a sort of... tiredness sinking into her limbs. A tiredness that isn't helped at all by the defeated, heavy feeling in her chest. But she's used to that feeling - or feelings similar to it, at least - so she can easily push it down as she heads outside to their little training yard, not quite bundled up, but opting instead for something with longer sleeves than her usual light blouses.

The smile she flashes Cassandra is light as always, giving away no hint to Elsa's inner turmoil beginning to bubble as she approaches the other woman.]

I... can't say that I'm ready for something like that, but we can proceed nonetheless. [She raises an eyebrow.] So we're upgrading to swords now?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Ordinarily, Cassandra found working in the winter no more difficult than the summertime, but that seemed to be changing after her time in Ryslig. As the amount of daylight grew shorter and shorter, rising out of bed was proving to be... a challenge, for Cass. Mornings were slower, taking longer for her to fully wake up, but it was something she could shrug off, with time.

At least her fur continued to keep out the chill. For what they were about to do, Cassandra didn't need, or want, to dress too heavily.]

Yup. Today's the day. [She holds out the sword that was in her hands. She had chosen a sabre of course, they were lightweight, though this one was without the curved blade some types had, giving it a plain look. But the blade itself still shined in the sunlight.] We've been training for a while, and I think it's time to give it a try.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Poor Elsa doesn't have the luxury of nice fur insulation. She'd had it once, as a werewolf over a year ago, and right around now she's starting to miss that heavy fox fur that covered her shoulders and arms. Ohhhh how useful it'd be...]

Oh... and here I thought you'd start me right off with some kind of greatsword. [Elsa laughs. This is... good. Talk about menial things, joking around... anything to shift her focus from the awkward knot in her chest.] Well, it looks light enough... though I can't guarantee I'll be able to swing it around nearly as well as you can swing your swords.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[As far as fur coats went, Cass was starting to prefer this one over the hooded jacket she wore last winter in Corona. The fur on her arms and around her neck was a bit shorter in the middle, but grew out at the ends, leaving her cooler than she looked on warmer days.

Too bad about all the extra shampoo she went through. Now she felt like she couldn't judge Eugene for all of his skin care regimes.]

That's the point. Starting out with a lighter sword is better than a heavier one, swinging a lighter sword means you can build your skill more easily. [Cassandra smiled with a cocked brow. This sort of casual conversation... was good.] If you want, I can bring out one of my greatswords for you to try, buuut I thought this might be safer as a start.

[defyingfrigidity]

I think I'll pass.

[Elsa shakes her head, laughing a little as she reaches out to take the sword from Cassandra. Really, a greatsword? She could see Anna wielding one, perhaps but herself? Goodness, no!]

I'd like to spare a bit of my dignity. If you gave me one of those, I doubt I could even lift it!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Don't knock it till you try it, Elsa. Cassandra hasn't enough broken out the halberds yet!]

Hm... I don't know, I think you're stronger than you might think. But that's always why I'm here.

[She moves to the rack of weapons nearby and draws another sword; this one was another sabre, about the same size and make as the one in Elsa's hands. She gave it a test swing, and ran a claw gently against the blade.]

We're going over sword forms. It'll be simple stuff- parrying, thrusting, all of that.