(You mean there's nobody around to witness this... yet.
Several people frequent the training yard early in the morning. The best time for a run is when the sun is still struggling to get up; any later and it gets too hot and, most importantly, heading off to the baths later afterwards all but ensures you're gonna have a weird, crowded wash with your coworkers. Better to be up and at 'em. That's Abby this morning, turning toward the training yard to pass it on her second lap of the grounds.
From a distance she doesn't recognise her at first, but as she approaches and slows it becomes more obvious — she's also in Forces, Abby's seen her at Gwenaëlle's elbow a few times as she's disappeared through eluvians. They haven't spoken much.
She slows to a stop.
Hermione might have heard her coming but Abby makes a point out of scuffing her shoes against the ground anyway, reaching up to wipe her brow against the back of her bare arm with a sniff and loud exhale. So hopefully it isn't too surprising when she suddenly answers the question from the fence ringing the training yard, leaning on it for a moment.)
You know there are swords and stuff, right? You don't have to take a book into a fight. (It's a light heckling, okay. She's grinning.)
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Several people frequent the training yard early in the morning. The best time for a run is when the sun is still struggling to get up; any later and it gets too hot and, most importantly, heading off to the baths later afterwards all but ensures you're gonna have a weird, crowded wash with your coworkers. Better to be up and at 'em. That's Abby this morning, turning toward the training yard to pass it on her second lap of the grounds.
From a distance she doesn't recognise her at first, but as she approaches and slows it becomes more obvious — she's also in Forces, Abby's seen her at Gwenaëlle's elbow a few times as she's disappeared through eluvians. They haven't spoken much.
She slows to a stop.
Hermione might have heard her coming but Abby makes a point out of scuffing her shoes against the ground anyway, reaching up to wipe her brow against the back of her bare arm with a sniff and loud exhale. So hopefully it isn't too surprising when she suddenly answers the question from the fence ringing the training yard, leaning on it for a moment.)
You know there are swords and stuff, right? You don't have to take a book into a fight. (It's a light heckling, okay. She's grinning.)