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[Salara Kel'Halavath]

Summer 517 AV
Day 25

[Salara Kel'Halavath]

Summer 517 AV Suvan Sea, nearing RiverFall Day 25 Continued from Overhanded and Sidearm Whipping "Rats!" Her voice cracked hoarsely from disuse. For days their never ending squeaks of laughter had mocked her and she didn't know now whether to cry or laugh. Finally she chose a slightly off-kilter giggle. Surely she'd been down in the ship's hold way too long. Salara had left Bowdel on the deck five days ago expecting to finesse the Flick and Skip while making an extensive dent in the number of live rodents to prove she had aced them. Her upper lip curled in a silent snarl as the multitude tiny glints nestled upon the shadowy outline of their bodies in the dim light taunted her. Those be-damned beady eyes. It was the first she'd seen them since she'd come down here where initial efforts of practicing the maneuvers became a bumbling racket that had driven them into hiding. Having no targets had probably turned out just as well. The narrow isle had forced her to focus on keeping the nose of the whip in a straight line for the sidearm Skip maneuver. Surreptitiously her fingers massaged the abrasions on her knuckles caused from skinning them along the rough wooden stall walls until she'd learned to bring her hand inward toward her body at the middle of the swing then push it forward to the end of the crack. Once she remembered that it was a lot like skipping a stone across water she'd gotten much better. The space had been rather tight at first for the long efforts of her 10' whip. Now stocks and stores were low as they closed in on their destination, RiverFall, and so there was much more space for her to experiment away from judging eyes. Except those multitude now blinking, twinkling like stars, from the rodents that must have finally grown accustomed to her ineffectual presence yet increasingly persistent cracks. With more space, she'd even begun almost successfully finishing up the Skip crack with the Forward crack. Amongst their squeaks maniacal laugher echoed about the hold causing her head to twist about to see who else was laughing at her before she realized it was her own. Not fighting a toothy grin, her voice now sounds only slightly gravely, "Now let us see who gets the last laugh!" Sidearm and Sidearm 2