Sword Dance

[Daedra]

The sun was blazing bright but it's much needed warmth was absent. There was a gentle but chilled wind that made Daedra's unpinned hair dance around her face. She had stopped fighting to control it, just like the cape wrapped around her shoulders. It was thick, cozy, and the best quality. Daedra didn't usually like to show off her wealth, but it was a very good piece of clothing. She pulled the cape tighter against her body, it made her feel mentally warm. Her paced was quick because she was excited. She loved her life, but sometimes her position was stressful and it was nice to get away.

Daedra was headed toward the warrior's barracks. She didn't go that often, but it gave her a chance to spar and release some of her pent up aggression. Most of the men and women there hadn't ever seen her before. If they had, it was from a distance and she was dressed like royalty. And if, by any chance, some one recognized her they would dare not say a word. Or if she was openly accused she would deny it. Sometimes she wanted to tell people, perhaps they would find it flattering that their monarch liked to play with them. Her assistant Olee strongly advised against it though, he was a kind man. Her always let her go where she wanted to.

Daedra entered a closed building and had to squint her eyes due to the adjustment of light. It was darker inside but the windows were open and there were a couple of lamps. She stood in an indoor sparring area. It was spacious with a weapon's rack, a few seating areas, and a designated fighting area. She made her way in between a small crowd and set a small bag down on a wooden table. She untied her cape and tossed it over the bag. Daedra was a pretty girl, but when fighting she preferred to wear men's clothing. She wore loose black pants that puffed where they were tuck into her thick leather boots. On her upper body she wore a long sleeved black shirt and around her waist Daedra wore a thick belt. Hooked around her belt was a very elegant short sword. It was a finely crafted and she had gotten it as a present from her old teacher.

A loud wooden scraping sound accompanied Daedra's action of pulling a chair. She took a seat and watched the battle circle a head. Two people, one with a long sword the other with an ax, we enthralled in battle. Daedra was also bewitched by the current battle between champions. Thoughshe looked delicate the was an intensity about her expressions. The way her dark blue eyes foucused on the battle was almost scary. Her eyes teetered on the edge of passion while her lips twisted into a barely cruel smiled. Something about combat gave her an indescribable rush of ecstasy. She was born to be a warrior queen.

[Napeir]

Napeir walked through the doors into the room, he was board stiff out in the woods and wanted to see how the warriors matched up to one another. His cat, Megilan sat on his shoulder to watch the fight as well, its eyes flickering between each person as they made a move. Napeir would have been the first to admit that he had a hand in battle, but was more skilled at the art of transformation then anything else. Glancing away from the two warriors fighting he scraped his view along the groups of people watching, showing little interest in them. Glancing back he became uninterested in the people, glancing up at the roof he sat down. This day was always going to be the same, no more adventures now that the war was over. Sighing he glanced over to pet Megilan, put his hand touched air. Looking around he searched for Megilan among the groups, yet he didn't see him. Walking through the groups he found the cat sitting at the edge of a chair, where a young female, in male cloths for some reason, sat watching the battle with a dark blue eyes scanning every movement of the two fighters. Throwing a sidelong glance at Megilan he approached the woman, a kind smile on his face.
"Good afternoon young lady, enjoying the fight I see" he said in a kind tone.

[Daedra]

{wow... it didn't take like six months to reply or anything... <3}

Daedra had not noticed the man or his animal until he had spoken. She was slow to react and turned her eyes reluctantly away from the battle to greet him. For a moment the fire in her eye from the intense battle remained before she blinked it away. Her lip's unturned into a gentle, yet dazzling smile and her face became kind. She nodded her head slightly as she answered the man.

"Yessir, I am!" she replied with true excitement in her voice. When not in court she reverted back to her natural spoke slang. Her anxious eyes darted from the cat, to the fight and then back to the man. She stood a put forth a strong hand. "The name is Nill, sir." she lied. If she hadn't lied it would have caused too many problems. After she was done she used her free hands to unknot her cape. She draped it on the seat of the chair, not to bother the curious feline, an gave the wondrous kitty a little wink.

Daedra turned back once more to the man, her delicate body urning to battle and her fingers desperate fir the touch of a sword. "What do you say..." she said, unsheathing her brilliant blade, "up for a battle, sir?" She smiled even wider and her azure eyes lit up, "I am sure not to disappoint!"