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[foundafamily]

Who: Hector and Firo
What: Sparring!
When: May 3rd
Where: Hector's training ground
Summary: Hector and Firo play around with swords
Rating: PG for mild (affable) violence


Firo follows Hector through the trees until they stop in the training area. Hands on his hips, he looks over the area before turning back to Hector.

"Pretty nice place you got here. Do you use it a lot?"

It seems a little strange to him that someone would want to go to an area so isolated to practice. Most of his life, he's trained and sparred in areas with people always nearby--then again, solitude's hard to find where he's from.

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[defieddracula]

Praise is something meant for other people. Better people. All the same, he isn't willing to insult Firo by invalidating his opinion. So, Hector paints on a false, but convincing smile before knocking back a mouthful of water, accepting the compliment with the same refined grace he's practiced for years. "Were I not, I would have perished at quite a young age."

He drinks again and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. "You have talent as well. Should you choose to pursue the art of the sword, I am confident you will excel."

[ooc: Sorry for the wait!]

[foundafamily]

Firo nods. Though he never had to take up a sword (and never had the opportunity until now), he's no stranger to needing to defend himself.

He blinks at Hector, startled. "Oh, um... thank you." Firo isn't much better at taking compliments than Hector seems to be. He shrugs as he takes another drink. "I've had good teachers, I guess." Both the ones who taught him about weapons in general and Hector.

[ooc: No need to apologize! :)]