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	His face was close, too close, and all the training of the small Indian woman couldn't hold her concentration. She could faintly hear Sadif laughing as she felt his body corded against hers, her legs too free of petticoats to ignore the tight muscles that pressed against hers. "I---" she began, breathing hard and then grit her teeth. "See," she finished with iron will. The heat and scent of him was almost more than she could bear, but their lives were on the line and she feared feeling the same terror that she had when they were rushing him to the doctor from the imp's poisoned dart. She took a shaky breath and stepped back. "Again?" she asked, walking back to the center with a steadiness that she didn't feel. The ribbons had come from her hair, now only tangled in it, and she pulled it free and tied it loosely around her neck. Unbuttoning another button and pulling the borrowed shirt wide, she assumed the resting position with her knives. The barest edge of her corset and chemise showed through the opening, but she had to give him room for what she was going to ask him to do. "Love, I need to learn defense. Come at me and try to cut the ribbon from my neck. It is what Sadif had begun to train me in. . .to defend as well as attack, and she was doing it making me defend a ribbon around my neck. Would you be so kind? I wouldn't trust anyone else."<br><br>		His face was close, too close, and all the training of the small Indian woman couldn't hold her concentration. She could faintly hear Sadif laughing as she felt his body corded against hers, her legs too free of petticoats to ignore the tight muscles that pressed against hers. "I---" she began, breathing hard and then grit her teeth. "See," she finished with iron will. The heat and scent of him was almost more than she could bear, but their lives were on the line and she feared feeling the same terror that she had when they were rushing him to the doctor from the imp's poisoned dart. She took a shaky breath and stepped back. "Again?" she asked, walking back to the center with a steadiness that she didn't feel. The ribbons had come from her hair, now only tangled in it, and she pulled it free and tied it loosely around her neck. Unbuttoning another button and pulling the borrowed shirt wide, she assumed the resting position with her knives. The barest edge of her corset and chemise showed through the opening, but she had to give him room for what she was going to ask him to do. "Love, I need to learn defense. Come at me and try to cut the ribbon from my neck. It is what Sadif had begun to train me in. . .to defend as well as attack, and she was doing it making me defend a ribbon around my neck. Would you be so kind? I wouldn't trust anyone else."<br><br>
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	She was stronger than he by far. It was only her stepping back that had prevented him from kissing her right then and there. And while they were not in England any more, they were also not married yet. And he was reminded again how much he regretted that fact when she unbuttoned another button. But he was quickly brought back to the moment by her request. The idea of bringing his blade so close to that beautiful neck of hers made Ezekiel cringe. But, he knew she had the skill, as long as he started slow and eased into it. She was good, but he was better and he did not want that difference illustrated in his fiancée’s blood.<br><br>		She was stronger than he by far. It was only her stepping back that had prevented him from kissing her right then and there. And while they were not in England any more, they were also not married yet. And he was reminded again how much he regretted that fact when she unbuttoned another button. But he was quickly brought back to the moment by her request. The idea of bringing his blade so close to that beautiful neck of hers made Ezekiel cringe. But, he knew she had the skill, as long as he started slow and eased into it. She was good, but he was better and he did not want that difference illustrated in his fiancée’s blood.<br><br>

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	Josephine shrugged into her leather great coat and picked up her sword on her way out of her room. ''Katherine and Ezekiel should already be on the practice floor by now'', she fretted. ''I'm going to miss everything''... She crossed the servant's gathering room, ignoring the looks sent her way. Beignet had her installed in the garret with the rest of the household staff and in truth, she preferred it for several reasons. One of which she took advantage of now: no one but the servants would witness her departure down the back service stairs and thence through the kitchen garden to the formal gardens beyond. The fencing salle was to off one side, behind a stand of Lombardy poplars at the far end of the lawn. The faint sound of steel on steel carried to her and she broke into a smooth ground-eating stride to carry her the rest of the way. So she arrived a moment later, her blood pumping and her body warmed by the exercise, intent on joining the practice Ezekiel and Katherine had arranged. She rounded the corner of the salle's enclosure and was brought to a complete and utter stop at what she saw before her.<br><br>		Josephine shrugged into her leather great coat and picked up her sword on her way out of her room. ''Katherine and Ezekiel should already be on the practice floor by now'', she fretted. ''I'm going to miss everything''... She crossed the servant's gathering room, ignoring the looks sent her way. Beignet had her installed in the garret with the rest of the household staff and in truth, she preferred it for several reasons. One of which she took advantage of now: no one but the servants would witness her departure down the back service stairs and thence through the kitchen garden to the formal gardens beyond. The fencing salle was to off one side, behind a stand of Lombardy poplars at the far end of the lawn. The faint sound of steel on steel carried to her and she broke into a smooth ground-eating stride to carry her the rest of the way. So she arrived a moment later, her blood pumping and her body warmed by the exercise, intent on joining the practice Ezekiel and Katherine had arranged. She rounded the corner of the salle's enclosure and was brought to a complete and utter stop at what she saw before her.<br><br>

	Missing everything indeed. And not quite enough.<br><br>		''Missing everything indeed. And not quite enough''.<br><br>

	"Original distraction technique," she said dryly. "Only I'd be very sure of my opponent before attempting it."<br><br>		"Original distraction technique," she said dryly. "Only I'd be very sure of my opponent before attempting it."<br><br>

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	"Of course," Josephine nodded and handed Katherine the knife Ezekiel had returned to her. She moved to the side, not quite opposite Katherine. Her pulse was pounding in her throat, making her painfully aware of the ~~bruise the horse had given~~ her. She paused a moment to undo a few buttons ~~of her shirtwaist~~ and flapped the placket to send cooling draughts down her front. Josephine bounced a few times on her toes and shrugged her shoulders to keep from stiffening, then raised her sword again. "Whenever you're ready."<br><br>		"Of course," Josephine nodded and handed Katherine the knife Ezekiel had returned to her. She moved to the side, not quite opposite Katherine. Her pulse was pounding in her throat, making her painfully aware of the closeness of her collar. She paused a moment to undo a few buttons and flapped the placket to send cooling draughts down her front. Josephine bounced a few times on her toes and shrugged her shoulders to keep from stiffening, then raised her sword again. "Whenever you're ready."<br><br>

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	"Of course," Josephine murmured and lowered her knife, retreating to the center of the floor. Her shirtwaist was wet through, the grip of her sword slicked with sweat, and she took a moment to wipe her palm on her jodhpurs. Hair tickled her neck where it had escaped her braid and she brushed it back. ~~Her bruise throbbed~~. Josephine did her best to ignore it. ''It shall be a problem and soon'', she thought. ''But I should be good for one more round...'' Josephine nodded at Katherine and saluted her with her sword.<br><br>		"Of course," Josephine murmured and lowered her knife, retreating to the center of the floor. Her shirtwaist was wet through, the grip of her sword slicked with sweat, and she took a moment to wipe her palm on her jodhpurs. Hair tickled her neck where it had escaped her braid and she brushed it back. She’d pushed herself hard, the overexertion making her dizzy. Josephine did her best to ignore it. ''It shall be a problem and soon'', she thought. ''But I should be good for one more round...'' Josephine nodded at Katherine and saluted her with her sword.<br><br>

	"En garde."<br><br>		"En garde."<br><br>

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Taimdala at 05:55, 9 January 2011

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Taimdala: Created page with ' August 23, 1867, Friday Twilight She had had the maid relace her most comfortable corset three times before shooing the girl from her room. What the girl had chatt…'

Taimdala: Created page with ' August 23, 1867, Friday
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She had had the maid relace her most comfortable corset three times before shooing the girl from her room. What the girl had chatt…'