Rhys stuck Zephira in the ground, much to her irritation, and peeled his jacket off when he finished hydrating, sighing a little as he was hoping to find a sparring partner today. It was always better than working with dummies, after all.
He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contact list, wondering who he might be able to text at this time.
Text to Oliver
ollie! you up for a spar?
ollie! you up for a spar?
xGrey Dragon
Little start, I hope it's okay. ;; I can change things if need be.