Private Eye of the Tiger

[Sibylla Abrantes]

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R O O N
Interacting with: Renn Vizsla Adelle Bastiel Aurelian Veruna
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Sibylla gave a roll of her shoulders and lifted both arms overhead, holding the stretch until the faint tremor in her muscles settled into a tolerable ache. The training yard of the Mandalorian Fortress sprawled around her as other groups trained, banners snapping sharply above in the Roon wind. Sibylla took a deep breath, tasting the metal and dust in the air, one of the many reminders along every inch of her body that Mandalorian instruction did not believe in half measures.

She was sore. So deeply, undeniably sore. But it was a better ache than the first days, feeling now more like a warning hum beneath the skin. A sign that she was learning.

She wore training attire that clung close and was practical. No excess fabric. Nothing to grab. Her thick wavy hair had been braided into a crown at the top of her head, pinned tight to keep it from her face and eyes. Movement was everything here. Balance. Timing. Momentum. Sibylla intended to give none of it away for free.

Across the yard, Aurelian was already preparing, his attention fixed on Adelle Bastiel as they squared off already quipping at each other. She gave a heavy snort. Oh she wasn't sure who would out sass the other worse but she was betting Adelle would have Aurelian on his back within five seconds.

Maybe less.

Sibylla's gaze slid instead to Warden Vizsla, who stood waiting. He was taller, broader, and stronger then her -- which was exactly the point. If she was going to survive real fights, real danger, then she needed to learn how to move against opponents who could overpower her if she made a single mistake.

So Sibylla lowered her arms, flexed her fingers once, and exhaled slowly.

This was going to hurt. She knew that.

But she was ready.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: R O O N
Tags: Adelle Bastiel | Sibylla Abrantes | Renn Vizsla

Aurelian stepped back from the mat and caught the offered canteen, rolling his shoulder once before taking a long drink. Sweat darkened the collar of his training tunic and his smile came easy despite it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced at Adelle, who looked far too pleased with herself.

"I don't think this is as fun as my parties," he said lightly. "Fewer musicians. Worse refreshments. And everyone insists on throwing me into the dirt instead of applauding."

He took another swallow, eyes cutting sideways as he spoke, tracking movement across the yard. Sibylla stood facing Vizsla, calm and deliberate, coiled tight with intent. Aurelian's gaze lingered there longer than necessary. He had noticed things since training began. How she conserved motion. How she watched hands and feet before faces. How pain did not make her reckless, only quieter.

He capped the canteen and tossed it aside, turning his attention back to Adelle with a crooked grin. "I'll admit, though, the company is excellent. You do commit to the bit."

"I have to say," he said, amusement threaded with challenge, "I imagined a Jedi and a Mandalorian would put up more of a fight than this. I may have been promised something far more terrifying."

His smile softened, just slightly, as Sibylla stepped forward to meet the Warden again. He learned best by watching, and today she was teaching him more than she knew.

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