Kencha' Keeps Krisston Plass

[pendragon]

Silmarwen had long been away on a sebatical from both DarkSky, and Golden Horn. It seemed that her attempts in returning to dark helped for a time to restore the old kingdom, but it had been hard on the healer in more ways than she would ever let anyone fully know. She smiled as she opened the doors once more to her retreat home once more. It was built to resemble her old DarkSky chapel, but with more accomodations for travelers and for living space.

She'd annexed in a library, second floor rooms above the roman bath area, and even had a glass green house built onto the back part to grow herbs and florals for salves and cookig purposes. It was really quite self sufficient. She gave a look up through the glass ceiling in the core area of the roman bath area. It was time to fully heal and recooperate in the healing mineral waters of the roman bath.

Donned in her usual short brown robes for the waters she'd let her wings, and ankle soak and rejuveniate in the waters. Oh it was good to be home again, and to see that of Ava, Aegis, and Shuku once more. The three were like family to her.

She smiled as this week she gotten the chance to both use her healing abilites and fight in the front lines on the beach front assult. Things were looking up for her in her own mind. The cross training was a definate postive change of pace. Secondly she'd recieved official notice that her transfer to the Dragon Rider's division had been approved. She folded the missive of paper and smiled. A new path was about to be walked.

Violet eyes closed as she held the missive in her hand and faded to dream while relaxing.

[Silmarwen Pendragon]

Dralth stood with his back to silmarwen and watched the retreat door, he wasnt going to watch as she was flying about the meditation room in a warlike meditative dance. the younth simple kept the mind link open and folded his
leather bracered arms over his chest. A bracered forearm rose to move across her face, the falconian blade tip held horiaontal to the ground, as her hips rolled forward left then right, as she clacked her bracers, bringing wrists
apart and weaved her fingertips alighting the room in a starry glow, the sound of skin drums was now eminating ina fast steady beat as she jumped and spiraled in the air with a knee kick, and reflexive dip of the blade to the
floor. The white slip of skirt spun high about her hips as she landed, held the place and clacked the bracers once more
Feet were brought close together once more, as she swiveled the blade in her right hand and grabbed a practice blade from the wall, and gave a no handed backflip away from the main wall to still on her tiptoes, kneel, cross the

Blades in and X shape into the air, retracted them and pretended to piroette around the post in the room, folding her wings over her like a coocoon, and extended them forward in a mimick puncture attack, before pivoting out of the
way on her right heel::

Devolth: :He was resting. Alot of resting was done in his training chamber. Those muscles acked as they stirred themselves awake. His eyes opened as he would look to the scorched earth beneath him. Those hands pressing himself up as he
would wipe the sand off of him as he headed to the exit. His hand helping him crack his neck as he took heavy steps out the door. Happy that he could get to plass as he found himself in the core room. His jacket and clothing went
off as he moved to grab some shorts in the changing room and head into the bed room. Those legs taken him pased silma as he watched her practice and gave a soft smile as he wouldn't disturb her practice. However, he would need
proper clothing on should guest arrive as he would take a quick detour into the bed room and wear a white cotton shirt as he fixed his necklace to the outside to show the ring to plass. And wore grey jogging pants as he would make
his way back to her. His bottom laid on the marble floor as a foot rested next to his knee and his arm rested on the knee as he watched her.:

She spun once more, but as she did, the blade hilts would be turned like a batan in her hands along her fingers. Her bare hips would roll left and right rocking with the sound of the illusionist drums as she weaved the blades
through the blank (imaginary targets before her) . Wouldn't she just be a hit at the next ball . She kneeled then folded the blades across her chest and as she stood, fake pivotoed left then right, and crossed the blades in the
air , diagonally swooping with a running charge down the room, and dropped down to her right knee, as hips rolled to the rthyme of the durms. She stopped then kneeled on a bare knee, with the training blades held in pose above
her head, arcing down::

Devolth: :He would give a light chuckle as he would watch her finish up.: Aye so all those spars ye have didn't get that spirit calm hmm? :He would smile as he would get up and yawn and stretch himself.: So how are ye feeling now that ye

Devolth: finished that training ye just did. :He would tilt his head as he watch that little pose. Well, he was a guy after all.:

ElementalDreamDS: ::She blushed standing up and gave a light smile and batted her eye lashes at him:: M'dear I won those spars. I did nay get my arse wiped with the floor. ::she smiled and began to pace over to him. :: how are ye love?


ElementalDreamDS: And love ever since I'd left my healers robes at the infirmery, this change in lifestyle hath suitedme well. :: she nodded to him and placed the training blades back on the wall::


Devolth: Aye, same ole same ole. Blacksmith, training, watching ye be fiesty. Ah, turning more into a fighter hmm? Well as long as ye enjoy yourself.