Daily drills are one of Amelia's favorite parts of these summer days. There's plenty of light and a warmth that's comfortable as she and her students run through things old and new, adding to their repertoire and growing their strength and fortitude with each swing of a weapon. The armor is a recent addition to their training, something for them to get used to now that they're swinging their practice swords with more movements and greater speed. The rogue is proud of how quickly they've all progressed, and of what they're teaching her in return. The best leaders learn from those in their care, and she's grateful for every day they can gather and spend time together like this.
She's running her class alone today, Valkyrie off with Thor while he's attending to matters of state. It's been a good challenge, one leaving her breathless, sweaty, and covered in dirt from the occasional roll as she engages in one-on-one bouts with her more advanced charges. There's an ever-present smile on her lips, too, matching the bright laughter and high praise that leaves her lips whenever she pauses for a moment. The sound of her hairpin carries on the breeze as well, accenting her laughter every time she steps through any set of moves with her students.
It's not until one of her youngest stops to point out someone watching that Amelia takes notice of their visitor. She calls for everyone to pair off to practice their newest techniques, then makes her way over to the fence. Slipping the wooden sword in her hands into the loop on her belt for it, a strange sight next to all her usual daggers, she raises a hand in greeting.
"We've never had an audience from outside Asvera before," she calls, still a little breathless. Her smile pulls wider as she gets closer, not faltering even as she pulls a splinter out of one palm around her fingerless gloves. "I feel like I should be honored that anyone would stop to take notice of us. Tourists don't usually stop to visit our drills, so what brings you to our home today, stranger?"
Amelia leans against the fence a foot or so away from Jane, looking her over curiously. Thor didn't mention anyone in particular stopping by in the near future, so there's no reason to assume this woman is anything but a visitor looking for a more authentic Asveran experience.
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She's running her class alone today, Valkyrie off with Thor while he's attending to matters of state. It's been a good challenge, one leaving her breathless, sweaty, and covered in dirt from the occasional roll as she engages in one-on-one bouts with her more advanced charges. There's an ever-present smile on her lips, too, matching the bright laughter and high praise that leaves her lips whenever she pauses for a moment. The sound of her hairpin carries on the breeze as well, accenting her laughter every time she steps through any set of moves with her students.
It's not until one of her youngest stops to point out someone watching that Amelia takes notice of their visitor. She calls for everyone to pair off to practice their newest techniques, then makes her way over to the fence. Slipping the wooden sword in her hands into the loop on her belt for it, a strange sight next to all her usual daggers, she raises a hand in greeting.
"We've never had an audience from outside Asvera before," she calls, still a little breathless. Her smile pulls wider as she gets closer, not faltering even as she pulls a splinter out of one palm around her fingerless gloves. "I feel like I should be honored that anyone would stop to take notice of us. Tourists don't usually stop to visit our drills, so what brings you to our home today, stranger?"
Amelia leans against the fence a foot or so away from Jane, looking her over curiously. Thor didn't mention anyone in particular stopping by in the near future, so there's no reason to assume this woman is anything but a visitor looking for a more authentic Asveran experience.