Galadari Rubinhart (helvish) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-10-15 15:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: galadari rubinhart, character: tanek horváth, location: gymnasium |
Thread: To Spar
WHO: Tanek & Galadari
WHEN: some time after THIS [backdated]
WHERE: Gymnasium
The mats were spread out at the insistence of Mr. Kaden. If they were going to use the gymnasium, the bearded teacher had said, then they needed to be safe about it. No wrestling or sparring on the bare hardwood floor. "And clean up when you're done." Kaden had said in parting as he went off to his office.
Galad bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, testing the spring of the mats. They were of course unnecessary and a very coddled approach to training. His own instructors taught his lessons on cold cut and polished marble. Sometimes, if he was lucky, they would train in the woods of Bymarka where at least the forest floor softened a landing.
Galadari was awaiting Tanek's arrival. His black training pants were skin tight and came to mid-calf. They were elven made, which meant they would allow easy movement and flexibility. His shirt was forest green, but more loose, a tempting object to grab onto for the more inexperienced sparring partners. Galad had a feeling Tanek had little to no experience at all, and was not expecting this to be a challenge in any way. So why bother? Because there was a lot one could learn about a person by the way they presented themselves for a fight. And because fighting had not been the definition Galad had used when he called for a sparring partner. There were many ways to spar.
With longer hair tied up in a disciplined bun, Galad's elven ears were even more prominently displayed. They curved delicately on either sides of his face coming to sharp pointed tips. The elves of Bymarka rarely glamoured their ears. They were proud of who they were and did not hide it, even when dealing with humans. Human-elven relations in Norway were a lot different than they were here, however. Still, Galad rarely hid his heritage while at the school.
Galad heard the door open and those fine ears twitched. Out came the silver knife and it left his fingers with a flawless throw, sinking into the thick solid wood of the door merely a breath away from the throat of the boy who entered.
"Oops."