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Manra closes her eyes for a moment, before opening them and looking at what she looks like in the mirror that was also created by Rai'o. Looking at it, she couldn't help but get super excited at it itself, as she felt it was just absolutely beautiful. "I...I..." she said quietly, "I love it." Her face was smiling and blushing softly in a sheepish but adoring way of what the outfit looked like.

I set my sword down by the bank of the river, but far enough inland that there isn't a risk of it falling in the water. I slowly step in, hoping the liquid wont be too cold. I figure that after we bathe, I could summon a mesh made out of interlocking stone spikes to block some of the larger fish from getting through, but let the water flow through, and the fish too small for food get past.

Moriah:
The water is very cold. The sun hasn't been hitting it long enough yet.

Manra:
Rai'o puts his thick, muscled arm around your shoulders and slowly leads you toward the door. With your shirt and bra in your pack, he opens the door and leads you toward the exit. At the end of the hallway, you know that you need to make the choice now: do you agree with your first instinct that the energy-clothes are enough, or do you follow your mother's ideals and put your shirt on?

Manra easily allows Rai'o to lead her till the edge of the hallway, where she pauses for a bit, the mental debate between mother's taught ideals and her own opinion waging for a moment before she shifts her backpack, resisting sucking on her thumb before walking to the desk, having left her shirt and bra in the bag. "I...I think....I think we're supposed to ...return the key we... borrowed?" she said slightly uneasily.

"um, we would both like something lite to start off." Maxwell said as he looked at the waiter, then at Mihi'o.

Moriah:
"We can wait a bit," Silla replies. "It is extremely cold..."
"Too bad Fi'hai isn't here," Mashai'i says. "He could warm this up easy."

Manra:
The woman at the desk takes the key.
"Thank you," she says. "By the way, I like your outfit. Who made it?"
You know that during this time period, local tailors are well-known in their towns.

Kirino:
Jima'ei nods. Meela bounds over to you.

Maxwell:
"Will mead do, sir?" he asks.

Eleutherius:
You have everything. Shitai'ei gets up slowly and creates her clothes out of white energy once more. She comes over and takes your hand.

"Yes... lets!" I say. I walk away from the two slightly, so that I have a decent distance from them before pulling out my sword and begin practicing my forms. I start off simple, then go to more complicated moves, eventually to sets where I'm using my sword and pulling out my sheath to do a surprise attack by bashing it to the temple. For most of my attacks geared to a certain location, I more of estimated where I think the place was, more then anything else, so for average sized people, it was almost second nature, but it was a little more difficult for people of signifigantly different sides, or animals I'm not familiar with. for the purposes of my drills, it was always assumed the opponent was of the same size as me.