Post by Eleanor Holland on Sept 1, 2014 13:28:32 GMT -6
The daughter of Athena examined herself in the mirror before leaving her accommodation for the day. She saw what she usually did, though perhaps in something of a different light. Her golden hair cascaded down her back to where her waist began. Her face was still without make up, unlike the majority of the girls of the modern era, since Eleanor looked remarkably good without. There were no dark circles under her eyes and her features were as they should be. Other girls had often been envious of her features, and it had caused a number of men to look her way more than just the once. Some even started a conversation, though Eleanor was never interested. It was all up to her father, and when he passed on, it was up to her brother. Or even the queen, if Eleanor was lucky enough to gain her favor on the issue. Nevertheless, Eleanor had always been modest with her looks. Perhaps overly so, but nonetheless modest. Since her arrival at camp, Eleanor also tended to wear what she had brought with her. A few of her old dresses, still in remarkably good condition which had been tightly packed in her satchel. And that was what she intended to wear today. In fact, what she wore was, although one of her least favorite of the dresses, comfortable. She wore a chemise, which was ultimately the undergarments of the medieval era. It was worn under the dress, which today was one of a navy color with a smooth material. That was the color of the skirt of it, anyway. Around her waist was a material of a black color, and above that was a long sleeved pale white material. She liked the dress, there was nothing wrong with it, she just had some which were better.
When Eleanor finally left the cabin, she headed first for the dining pavilion where she ate her breakfast, though only a small amount of it - she wasn't too hungry, and left as soon as she could. After which, she had paused for a while. Standing in a place where she knew certainly wasn't in the way. In actual fact, the female was unsure about her next move. She hadn't yet thought it through. Though that was when a conversation with the Master Bastien repeated in her mind, the thoughts that were going through her mind. Of course, he had suggested that she read up on the topic of weaponry before attempting to use it, to get an idea at least. And of course, Eleanor had started educating herself where necessary. But that was besides the point. What she had thought of next, was watching people training, knowing their moves and how it works in practice - though, god forbid, that she would get involved herself. She wasn't ready for it yet. The idea of inflicting pain upon anyone was still terrifying to her and so she had decided to avoid it for as long as possible. This was a more productive method of procrastination, and at least she would know, in theory, the strategies and successful techniques of sparring.
So there she went, to the arena. This time, Eleanor stayed on the edges and found a seat on one of the benches lining the sparring area. It was unlikely that Eleanor would be in danger here, that she would be in the way of a weapon. At least if she was, she was a far enough distance away to be able to avoid such a disaster. So the girl sat and watched, a soft smile upon her lips and interest playing in her eyes. Perhaps watching this hadn't been as interesting as what she had learned from the smith, but it was a start, and a start was exactly what she needed.
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OOC: After somehow writing 1000 word posts, a 600 word post feels weirdly short. Idek what's happening. xDD Anyway, I hope this is okay. I got her on the edge of the arena in a medieval dress, so if that's not conspicuous, I don't know what is. xD
Words: 635
Tagged: ALEXANDRA GRAYSON
When Eleanor finally left the cabin, she headed first for the dining pavilion where she ate her breakfast, though only a small amount of it - she wasn't too hungry, and left as soon as she could. After which, she had paused for a while. Standing in a place where she knew certainly wasn't in the way. In actual fact, the female was unsure about her next move. She hadn't yet thought it through. Though that was when a conversation with the Master Bastien repeated in her mind, the thoughts that were going through her mind. Of course, he had suggested that she read up on the topic of weaponry before attempting to use it, to get an idea at least. And of course, Eleanor had started educating herself where necessary. But that was besides the point. What she had thought of next, was watching people training, knowing their moves and how it works in practice - though, god forbid, that she would get involved herself. She wasn't ready for it yet. The idea of inflicting pain upon anyone was still terrifying to her and so she had decided to avoid it for as long as possible. This was a more productive method of procrastination, and at least she would know, in theory, the strategies and successful techniques of sparring.
So there she went, to the arena. This time, Eleanor stayed on the edges and found a seat on one of the benches lining the sparring area. It was unlikely that Eleanor would be in danger here, that she would be in the way of a weapon. At least if she was, she was a far enough distance away to be able to avoid such a disaster. So the girl sat and watched, a soft smile upon her lips and interest playing in her eyes. Perhaps watching this hadn't been as interesting as what she had learned from the smith, but it was a start, and a start was exactly what she needed.
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OOC: After somehow writing 1000 word posts, a 600 word post feels weirdly short. Idek what's happening. xDD Anyway, I hope this is okay. I got her on the edge of the arena in a medieval dress, so if that's not conspicuous, I don't know what is. xD
Words: 635
Tagged: ALEXANDRA GRAYSON
