Jivvo - Alive
Hawlaw - Feeling
“Feeling alive”
Hawlaw - Feeling
“Feeling alive”
September 10, 1662
Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead as a resounding clank came between her and her dueling partner. Wooden blades met, she pushed back to try to cause him to lose his balance. She was strong for a girl her size, thanks to being half vampire. Looks were decieving when it came to the Viscountess of Ettinford.
A cooling breeze swept through the garden, carrying floral scents to mingle with the smell of hard training. Aileigh had been working with her protector on pushing herself. The werecat seemed to keep up as they explored her true strength, which she had yet to reach. The limits of the damphyr were unknown. It was something she was always curious about, being a curious creature in nature. Yet, she never felt the need to push herself before now. Before living apart from the women who had protected her for her whole life. Now she was alone, with children of her own to protect. It was time she learned what it was she could do.
Panting a bit, she lowered the training blade while raising her hand to indicate she wanted a break. She collapsed down to the grass as gracefully as one could and laid on her back. Her chest rose and fell quickly for a while before slowing as she watched the clouds. She wiped her forehead and looked over at Andrzej.
“How about an afternoon drink?” She said, sitting up. The idea was appealing, even though she was not a big drinker. She was in the mood for a cold ale and a shot of fire whiskey. She jumped to her feet, nodding. “Let me bathe and change, and then we can head to the tavern.”
It was decided, her decision met with an agreeable nod. She headed into the manor house, were a bath was drawn up while she checked on her babies. All three of the children were enjoying their afternoon nap, which was the perfect time to get away. Being a new mother, she found it difficult to be away from her little cubs.
Once bathed and clothed, she went to find Andrzej. She remained in a pair of trousers, albeit a nicer pair than the ones she wore while sparring. A flowing blouse was tucked into a belt around her waist to show her feminine, slender figure. Her hair cascaded down her back in a black sea of curls. Her look was casual for Fenian nobility, least of all a princess, but she was just getting a casual drink at the tavern, not having a meeting with her ex stepfather.
Aileigh chose to ride her horse instead of taking a slow and boring carriage to the tavern. She enjoyed the local tavern. It was not a long ride from manor house, but she was going to make it quicker. Grinning, she glanced at Andrzej.
“Race you!”
With that, the Romany princess urged her horse into a gallop with the intent to outrun her escort and friend.