46th of Fall
Sayren awoke that morning. Stretching out as she got onto her feet. She was growing more confident with her footing. That was good. It meant she was slowly getting used to her body once again. She felt so energetic now. It was like sitting around lounging on her feet for so many days had only stored up her energy. And she was going to use it.
She quickly threw on her training clothes and approached the training room. She took a deep breath as she brought herself to a stance. She already had in mind what she was going to do. Fifty punches. About thirty kicks. Then twenty combination strikes. She brought her right fist and struck. Then shifted her feet so she could go into the next strike with her left. She repeated this sequence until she hit twenty-five strikes with each fist.
That worked up a sweat. She took in another breath of air and brought her left leg back and pushed her right leg forward. It was followed by a moment of silence. Only to be broken with the grunt of her first kick, vaulting her left leg into the air as she whipped her her heel up. Followed suit by another kick with her right leg. Each strike rapidly sequenced by another.
Once completed, she took a moment to gather her breath. She was still getting used to building her stamina back. Now she had to do twenty combinations. A series of onetwo strikes. Switching from punching to kicking, punch to punch, or kick to kick. Each combination was completed after two strikes. About halfway through, she realized to keep it even from left to right and top to bottom, she would have to do thirty combination strikes. Making it five times for each possible combination strike.
When she finished, about a good thirty, forty chimes later. She had managed to work up quite the sweat. Which made her happy. She was slowly getting better at it again.
That's when she decided it would be best to go out into the city. Least relax a little and maybe stop by the Bubbling pot to tell Rose she can work once again. The woman would definitely get excited to hear that. So she went back into her room and changed into her tan tunic, her black tights, and her knee high leather boots. The extra height always helped boost her confidence now.
Afterwards, she approached Garel out in his stall. He seemed cheerful as ever as they greeted one another. She quickly mounted him and they went off into the city. They were about to go from the Northern Quarter into the Southern Quarter when Garel had stopped. Something had caught his attention cause he veered around.
Sayren raised an eyebrow in her confusion, "Garel? What's going on?"
He didn't answer her just trudged on through the crowd. Until he came to a stop, behind a girl standing at a stall. Sayren tilted her head as she examined the girl. She seemed...relatively familiar. The knowledge merely at the tip of her tongue but it just wouldn't follow through.
While tucked away in her thoughts, the stallion gently patted his nose against the girl's back and offered...a flirtful whinnny? Was he trying to be sweet on her?
Sayren sighed as she apologized to the girl, "I'm sorry about that, I don't know what got into him." But why did this girl seem so familiar? Surely they couldn't have met before...could they?
