38: Swordplay
“Do you have a preference on what we start with?” Alastair asks Saoirse, somewhat nervous. He’s wanted a chance to get to know her better since he first learned she was fae, but now that the opportunity is here, he finds himself tongue-tied and uncertain. “Not archery again,” Saoirse requests. “Other than that, the three of you are my teachers. I will defer to your judgment.” “More than likely you’ll be using spells more often than weapons, and likely ranged ones, at that,” Elowen muses. “Let’s start with the sword, then, so that she has something for close range if she needs it.” “Sensible,” Alastair agrees. Myghal produces two crystal short-swords from the chest of weapons the Flower Guard brought with them to the training courtyard, one for Saoirse and one for himself. “Here. We’ll
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