Aisling spun around to face him again, then froze. The color drained out of her face as she saw what would become a nasty looking bruise on his head, and realized what had just happened. Then, her face turned red again as she blushed in mortification. Her eyes dropped to her feet. "I--I--I'm sorry. . .really, I am. I think we've practiced enough . . . I'm sorry, I really am." Not meeting his eyes she turned and quickly walked toward the bench where her things were. -- Recreational

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Date Posted: 14:30:28 02/17/03 Mon
Author: Aisling
Subject: Aisling spun around to face him again, then froze. The color drained out of her face as she saw what would become a nasty looking bruise on his head, and realized what had just happened. Then, her face turned red again as she blushed in mortification. Her eyes dropped to her feet. "I--I--I'm sorry. . .really, I am. I think we've practiced enough . . . I'm sorry, I really am." Not meeting his eyes she turned and quickly walked toward the bench where her things were.
In reply to: Penherst 's message, ":: seeing her start to lose it, penherst advances to the rear rather quickly and then jumps back. he plants hes staff and and the springs over her head and then talks to her:: Aisling. calm down. we're not here to kill eachother. just to learn. :: he stays ready, just incase she comes back at him:: just, stop and cool down a minute." on 14:16:32 02/17/03 Mon

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ooc: actually, it's bleeding BIC: :: walks over to Aisling:: it's ok, competition gets you sometimes. it gets me sometimes. when I fight someone who is better than me, or just as good and I can't get to them, I go crazy. it happens. :: he puts is arm around her:: it's ok. lets just sit a while and collect ourselfs. :: he walks over to the bench with her:: (NT) -- Penherst, 14:48:31 02/17/03 Mon
- With a startled jump, she ducked and twisted out from under his arm. Holding her hands up as if to fend him off. Still not meeting his eyes she backed up, mumbling apologies. Unfortunately, she wasn't watching where she was going, she stumbled over her boots, not quite falling. Still blushing in embarassement, she gathered her vest and belt into her arms, roughly shoved her feet into her boots and turned to go. (NT) -- Aisling, 14:58:02 02/17/03 Mon
  - :: he grabs her sholder gently:: hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to talk a bit before we went our separate ways. You didn't hurt me more than I've been hurt before. I promse. come sit and talk. Please? (NT) -- Penherst, 15:01:51 02/17/03 Mon
    - She hesitated, then slowly sank into the bench, still clutching her things and looking at her feet. She waited for him to start. (NT) -- Aisling, 15:06:29 02/17/03 Mon
      - :: he sits one the bench next to her:: where did you learn to quarter staff like that??? thats just amazing the way you move, and your grace with it. tell me, who taught you??? the technique is amazing. I pray you, tell me from whom you learnt it (NT) -- Penherst, 15:13:54 02/17/03 Mon
        She darts a quick look at his face--this was not what was expected. "My father taught me. Teaches me, I suppose, but he doesn't have as much time for it anymore. You're fairly good yourself." (NT) -- Aisling, 15:19:59 02/17/03 Mon

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