Have some drabble! Things have been developing with Hammaryn and Veldarin for some time now, and mostly it’s making me laugh. Enjoy!
Surprisingly, Hammaryn had enjoyed her time off of work. She’d read wheelbarrows full of books, spent time working in the chapter house garden, spent more time training than she had in years, and had even come to find the priest she’d been meeting with not altogether irritating.
Hammaryn padded down the hall of the chapter house, her footsteps light without plate armor. She’d just finished reading yet another book the Father had loaned her, and decided to spend the afternoon rehabilitating the rose bushes in the courtyard. Making her way down the hall, sounds of combat came into range; the chunk of swords against wood, the clanging of metal, and a loud cry of effort from a familiar voice.
She took a few more steps forward, stopping in front of a window that gave full view of the courtyard.
Veldarin was dripping with sweat, his body practically radiating heat. He wore a light undershirt that was nearly soaked through, a pair of loose pants, and boots. He stood in the middle of the courtyard, swinging two metal practice swords. He moved in slow and graceful forms, and then in quick blows against a makeshift target dummy.
Hammaryn was transfixed, the rose bushes completely forgotten. She leaned into the window, propping her arms up on the sill.
The sound of tuneless but cheerful humming preceded Ysani down the hall. The redhead called out a cheerful “Hi Hammaryn!” and waved as she walked past in her beaded flipflops and tight leather top, ready for a casual evening out. Ysani got most of the way down the corridor, then stopped in her tracks. Stepping backwards several paces, Ysani stood next to Hammaryn and stared out the window. “Oh, wow.”
Hammaryn blushed all the way up to the tips of her ears, stumbling back from the window. “I was looking at the rose bushes.”
“You’re missing out, then. Holy crap, he’s hot.”
Hammaryn frowned at the red-headed girl. “Don’t be ridiculous. And why are you looking at him anyways?! Don’t you already have a lot to juggle?”
Ysani sighed and rolled her eyes, just a little. “There’s nothing that says a girl can’t look, it’s just window-shopping if you don’t plan to buy. Besides, I was only making an observation. Do you have dibs on him or something?”
“Of course not.” Hammaryn stole another glance out the window, then looked back to Ysani before storming back down the hall towards her room.
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