Cat Toe ] whoa there friend

Doing "Saying" thinking "Hearing"

Exhaustion creeps up my entire body. Training today started to take its toll. The screaming pain that my muscles seem to radiate should indicate that I need a break, but is there ever really a break when you need one the most? I look up at the latest dummy to feel the wrath of my intense training regime. The thing was practically not even there with so many cuts, slashes, and gashes across the entire body. I will need a new dummy to practice against. I flex my hands to get the blood pumping and wake them up a bit. Gripping this sword while using it for Ripred knows how long this morning started to numb his hands a bit. I started to walk toward a new dummy when I notice that same woman who's been here for hours.

The sword fumbles out of my hands when I make eye contact with her. I can feel the blush expand across my cheeks, and I hastily pick up the sword. That woman probably thinks I'm an idiot now. Here was my chance to impress her, yet I screwed that chance up. I try to avoid looking her way after I pick my sword up, but to no avail. I stared at her as if her beauty hypnotized me. She is so beautiful and I didn't want to look away, but something inside my head snapped me out of it. Reluctantly, I dragged myself toward another dummy to decimate. My hands are trembling and my legs start to feel like jelly. I tried and successfully fought the urge to look at the woman behind me. I most certainly didn't want her to see me in this pathetic state of mine.

She probably already is roaring in laughter at my own failure just a bit ago. My hands raise the sword above my head. I throw all of my weight behind this next stroke which just happens to cut the dummy in two. Maybe that will redeem myself in her eyes if she's still watching me. I didn't want to look back to see if she was still there or not. I spot the table that held a vast amount of spears. This would be my next station to practice at. A certain spear radiates above all others until my eyes spot that it's a trident. I'll impress that woman for sure now. I eagerly grab the trident in my hands. I can feel the power coursing within. I raise the trident readying it for a throw. It flies into the neck of my target, fake blood spraying the area nearby. Hopefully I've redeemed myself in her eyes.

Table courtesy of Ani

Doing "Saying" thinking "Hearing"

Yes! My throw with the trident held true. "That was a very good throw." Apparently the person who's voice that belonged to agreed with my unspoken word. I can feel some hands rubbing my shoulder. I feel like my stomach has butterflies flying around in there. The touch of the soft hands makes me blush harder. That felt good. Really good. I turn around and see that its the woman who I noticed earlier. Oh no. I'll look like an idiot again in front of her. Sure enough, I dropped the sword that I held in one hand. The woman's hands on my shoulder act like an anchor. Besides, I don't want her hands to leave my shoulder.

"You must be tired, though." I detect a note of concern in her voice which surprises me. The woman speaks up again. "You've been here for a very long time." Again, I notice concern, but her words catch me off guard. How long has she been watching me? Must of been the entire time I've been here training. I look right into her eyes and the feeling of embarrassment floods my entire being. This woman was.... stunning. She must have an army of people giving her compliments every day. "I... I... Yes ma'am I have. Been training all day I think? Last night, I.... I... I trained from morning all the way through a good chunk of night." Damn it, this woman is making me stumble on my words. Hopefully she passes that off as exhaustion and not how wonderful she looks.



Table courtesy of Ani

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The woman's hand slides down my arm. I can feel goose bumps popping up in the places the hand touches. Its such a nice feeling. This woman is.... alluring. That's the word I settle on. She's watched me train for hours that much I know to be true. Has she watched me in previous days? Have I looked like a fool multiple times in the past? I'll need to impress her even more than I just did if I'm to catch her attention. My eyes follow her hand to see that my fallen sword is now in her hands. Our eyes meet which makes my nervousness all the more worse. She's so beautiful that I can feel my blush deepen. This is so embarrassing. I should be tough and impressing her, not looking like an idiot.

"No wonder you keep dropping your sword." She's offering me the sword back, hilt first. I hold back the shock that attempts to build up. This woman is willing to give me my sword back. "You'd better keep it safe or you might hurt someone." That's an understatement. When she touched me, I thought I'd kill her or something by accident. Luckily, my hands dropped the sword. My initial reaction had been to chop the person who dared touched me. Look at her, I know I wouldn't be able to put a finger on her unless that's what she desired.

I haven't realized that this woman hesitated before getting closer to me. My heart is pounding extremely fast with her proximity to me. If my blush wasn't noticeable now, it sure is now. Oh ripred. Why did today have to be the day I meet someone like her. Not here in training. I feel like such a wimp right now. Yet again, I notice how close we are to one another. She's very close to kissing me and when she lifts her chin, I actually think she might do it when words come out of her mouth. "My name is Kaia. What's yours?" My name. That's what she wants to know? I half expected her to ask why I look like such an idiot right now. Kaia is so close to me right now that I can feel myself blushing even harder. "The name is.... is.... M.... Mas....." I take a deep breath, enough to somewhat regain my composure. Kaia is making me so nervous right now. "I..... I.... name.... is Mason." I manage to blurt out my name finally, but even that proved to be difficult.