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Freya smirked in triumph when her blow found its mark, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for the injury. Then, without a moment's hesitation, they began the dance again. The sparring swords seemed close to splintering from the force of the two, though she knew they would hold. Her muscles ached as the moments dragged on, but she paid no mind to it. She would not let Caelan win because of her fatigue. She was surprised he had not won the match, for it was most certain that he could have by now if he truly wanted. Her lips pursed, her mind trailing into the idea that he was going easy on her. She opened her mouth to comment on the matter when, all of the sudden, he lunged for, moving from defense to offense. The move took her by surprise but only just, as she quickly recovered.
There. An opening so wide it was almost laughable. She swung her sword quickly, stopping just short of his neck. She grinned, thinking she had finally, finally won against him. But then he chuckled, and then he laughed. That's when she noticed just the slightest pressure on her stomach, right at her navel. She looked down, mouth opening just slightly. How...? And before she knew it, she was laughing, too. It was a melodic sound usually, but now it was breathless and exasperated. Her lungs heaved, but she laughed all the same. "It seems...we are at a draw...my friend," she said between laughs before taking a deep breath to quiet herself. She smiled genuinely, her slight disappointment overturned by her triumph that she had, in fact, been made his equal. At least in this match.
Letting the sword fall, she turned her eyes to the sky, letting the slight wind cool her forehead. Running a hand through her hair, she looked at Caelan a little more intently, a thought passing her mind. Her joyous expression quickly dissolved into a thoughtful frown. "Caelan, I..." she cut herself off, her eyes finally noticing the man on the balcony just overhead. It was him. Her "fiancé." Her frown became a look of anger in the blink of an eye, but she held her tongue from what she desperately wished to say. She turned away quickly, breathing heavier than necessary as she put away the sparring sword. She stood there, for once unsure of how to handle the situation. How could she possibly know? She didn't have all the answers, and she knew she couldn't avoid this problem for much longer. But oh how she wished she could just run and keep running.
There. An opening so wide it was almost laughable. She swung her sword quickly, stopping just short of his neck. She grinned, thinking she had finally, finally won against him. But then he chuckled, and then he laughed. That's when she noticed just the slightest pressure on her stomach, right at her navel. She looked down, mouth opening just slightly. How...? And before she knew it, she was laughing, too. It was a melodic sound usually, but now it was breathless and exasperated. Her lungs heaved, but she laughed all the same. "It seems...we are at a draw...my friend," she said between laughs before taking a deep breath to quiet herself. She smiled genuinely, her slight disappointment overturned by her triumph that she had, in fact, been made his equal. At least in this match.
Letting the sword fall, she turned her eyes to the sky, letting the slight wind cool her forehead. Running a hand through her hair, she looked at Caelan a little more intently, a thought passing her mind. Her joyous expression quickly dissolved into a thoughtful frown. "Caelan, I..." she cut herself off, her eyes finally noticing the man on the balcony just overhead. It was him. Her "fiancé." Her frown became a look of anger in the blink of an eye, but she held her tongue from what she desperately wished to say. She turned away quickly, breathing heavier than necessary as she put away the sparring sword. She stood there, for once unsure of how to handle the situation. How could she possibly know? She didn't have all the answers, and she knew she couldn't avoid this problem for much longer. But oh how she wished she could just run and keep running.