Timestamp - 26th of Fall 513 AV
It wasn't often that Mamoru had a heart to heart with his elder sibling, but things had occurred recently that they needed to discuss. Both had gotten noticed within the nest, their actions, combined and alone had gotten them positions of note, and reputations as well. Morgana had gained more of a reputation being a female and it was her that he wanted to talk about. The trickster had gotten good at keeping his deeds hidden from the eyes of most. Rumors were still spread, but no one had any proof of anything that might land him into trouble.
Between a unranked guard and a woman aspiring to be an adviser of the Queen's, Morgana was watched a lot closer than he was, and she also had more enemies. After the recent events with a certain self proclaimed consort of the Queen, Mamoru needed to speak with his sister about it. After a bit of searching, he found her in the training gallery and joined her for a spar of Naginatas. Working off steam was the current goal, and the trickster had a bit of his own to release.
The clashing of steel echoed throughout the gallery as both siblings pushed the other to their limits. With his hands separated near the neck and tail end of the pole, Mamoru slashed at his sister, a horizontal swing towards her body that she blocked, and in return he spun the tail end of the weapon around to jab it at her arm. She stepped back, turning the pole from left to right as Mamoru did. Narrowing her eyes, Morgana charged with a sweeping attack and the trickster reacted by thrusting his blade downward to connect
with hers.
"Not bad Morgana, why at thisss rate. You might be able to fend off a ssnakling."
Pulling his weapon free, Mamoru raised his arms, lifting the Naginata well above his head and brought it back down in a quick vertical slash. Morgana quickly recoiled herself, her slender frame pulling in, only to snap back out with a wicked swing towards her brother's head. "It'sss not the ssnakingsss I want. Jusst my ssmart mouthed little brother."
It wasn't often that Mamoru had a heart to heart with his elder sibling, but things had occurred recently that they needed to discuss. Both had gotten noticed within the nest, their actions, combined and alone had gotten them positions of note, and reputations as well. Morgana had gained more of a reputation being a female and it was her that he wanted to talk about. The trickster had gotten good at keeping his deeds hidden from the eyes of most. Rumors were still spread, but no one had any proof of anything that might land him into trouble.
Between a unranked guard and a woman aspiring to be an adviser of the Queen's, Morgana was watched a lot closer than he was, and she also had more enemies. After the recent events with a certain self proclaimed consort of the Queen, Mamoru needed to speak with his sister about it. After a bit of searching, he found her in the training gallery and joined her for a spar of Naginatas. Working off steam was the current goal, and the trickster had a bit of his own to release.
The clashing of steel echoed throughout the gallery as both siblings pushed the other to their limits. With his hands separated near the neck and tail end of the pole, Mamoru slashed at his sister, a horizontal swing towards her body that she blocked, and in return he spun the tail end of the weapon around to jab it at her arm. She stepped back, turning the pole from left to right as Mamoru did. Narrowing her eyes, Morgana charged with a sweeping attack and the trickster reacted by thrusting his blade downward to connect
with hers.
"Not bad Morgana, why at thisss rate. You might be able to fend off a ssnakling."
Pulling his weapon free, Mamoru raised his arms, lifting the Naginata well above his head and brought it back down in a quick vertical slash. Morgana quickly recoiled herself, her slender frame pulling in, only to snap back out with a wicked swing towards her brother's head. "It'sss not the ssnakingsss I want. Jusst my ssmart mouthed little brother."