InsaneJournal

Who: Ronia & Ezio
Where: Guildhall
When: Now-ish.
What: Crazy random happenstance!
Warnings: I'll let you know.


Ronia had decided that she was damn well healed enough to practice, and she was glad that none of the photographers had figured out how to get to the back acre of the property, because they were starting to put her on edge a little.

She'd set herself a row of targets at varying heights and distances, being careful not to stretch her injured side too far when she used it to throw, alternating hands, three with the left, three with the right and then meander off across the grass to retrieve the knives and do it again.

Her hair was pulled back and tied with a headscarf, she was wearing a shirt that left her arms bare, mostly because she'd taken the sleeves off of it herself, her jeans had clearly seen better days, and she was barefoot, her shoes sitting side by side on the bottom step of the back porch.