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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:50 pm
Irianna walks past Yuki and Reeve, giving each a friendly smile and a nod. After that she is out the entrance and in the front plaza. She stops at her favorite patch of grass, the one on the side of the fountain that faces the dirt track leading to the dojo, and crouches to remove something from her bag. When she stands up again, one heavy steel fan is held in each hand.
Then the winged woman begins to toss the fans into the air, catching them each time. The movements start out as a simple juggling act. Irianna stands in one place, tossing one fan, catching another, catching the first fan, tossing the other. This progresses into something more intricate. Between catches, Irianna either opens or closes the fans with one always in the air. She begins to move her body and add steps to her movement. Even her wings move in strange patterns. To an onlooker, she is performing a beautiful dance. To Irianna, this is a complicated form of physical training.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 2:53 pm
"Hey....Yuki...", Reeve breathes, tiredly sheathing his sword. "Don't you....look...lovely today."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:01 pm
Yuki smiled and bowed to him swiftly before walking up to him. Once her had sheathed his sword, she placed an arm behind his back and slipped a leg behind his feet and knocked him back into her arm. She then brought her free arm under his knees and held him. "And you looked exhausted, cutie." She said as she stuck out her tongue. She brought him over to a couch and laid him down with ease, then sat on a coffee table in from of it. "How've you been, this fine eve?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:07 pm
Reeve blinks, confused and embarassed of her ease in handling him.
"I've been... fine, I guess... Was just practicin'."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:12 pm
"Sounded pretty fierce to have woken me." She said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Breaking from that though, her tummy grumbled. "Mmmh... you hungry? I haven't tried to cook in quite some time..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:14 pm
Reeve gives her an appologetic glance. "I'm sorry I woke you... I can cook if you like, to make up for it." He sits up and glances toward the kitchen.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:17 pm
"Nah. You're too tired. Not sure you can take the heat of an oven." She said, grinning to him, and pointing out that he was sweating like a little piggy. She stood up and waved for him to follow elegantly as she walked off and headed off towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:25 pm
" I think if I c'n handle sittin' next t'ye naked, I c'n work an oven, missie," Reeve says impudently as he follows, eyes emeralding for a second at the view thus afforded.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:33 pm
Yuki stopped mid step and looked back at him, thinking for a bit. "Y'sure, cutie? Well, if you insist." She grinned a bit, then 'tra-la-laaed' off into the kitchen and sat down at a chair by the table. All she had really had since she came here was milk.Just a bit boring.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:40 pm
"Alright, Yuki, what're y'in the mood for?" Reeve asks, as he opens the fridge, digging for ingredients, whatever they may be. "An' what'cha callin' me cutie for?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:41 pm
Both fans come down at once. Irianna catches them with ease and ends her practice session. Though her wings feel just fine, Irianna's arm and legs are sore. This fact concerns the woman. The great wings have been receiving sufficient exercise via long flights. She hasn't been paying as much attention to the strength of her arms and legs, though. And even if her practice with tossing and catching the fans seemed flawless, Irianna can tell that she is rusty. Had her mother seen that performance, she would have worked Irianna to the bone afterward in endless practice bouts.
She lowers herself to the ground and eases into a cross legged position. The steel fans are laid in front of her. And an idea is forming in her head. A way to combine her wind talents and her weapons. Hopefully this next experiment won't drain her of as much energy as the last one.
Irianna reaches into her bag and withdraws her book and a pen. She finds a blank page and begins to write.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:44 pm
"Just some Eggs... or... waffles... or whatever. I haven't had anything but milk for quite a bit." She said with a grin. She then heard his question as she thought a bit before answering. "Why? Because of th' accent." She said, scratching behind her head a bit. "Want me t' stop?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:50 pm
"Nah, it's fine," Reeve comments as he busies himself preparing both eggs and waffles. "Just...nah, ne'ermind...How d'you like your eggs, m'bairn?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:53 pm
"Surprise me." She said. She hadn't had eggs in so long, she could not remember her favorite 'style.' "Anything will work."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 3:59 pm
Chuckling, Reeve leans back and kisses her on the cheek. "Y'said suprise you," he says, just as the waffles and eggs are done. Placing the lot on a plate, he sets it before her on the table.
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