[Lerune]: 6.Untitled.short randomness

As she drew closer to camp, she heard the unmistakable sound of metal slicing swiftly through air, and she stopped abruptly. Peering through the surrounding foliage, she relaxed for a moment when she saw that it was Talon, practicing as he had said he did each morning. As quickly as she relaxed, however, she soon drew a quick breath…

Talon had managed to find a nicely sized clearing for his swordplay this morning: a rarity in the dense wood. He stepped gracefully and swung the blade with such precision, it was as if he were dancing with it.  Dressed in naught but his leather breeches, he was captivating, and though Suri’s cheeks flushed bright red, she could not look away.

The morning sun filtered through the treetops, and occasionally reflected off of the perfect mirror of his unblemished blade. She watched him as he moved, methodically and fluidly, as sheer poetry in motion. Small beads of sweat caressed his face and arms as they ran earthward, causing his skin to glisten in the flickering light. His brow was creased in stern concentration as he slashed through the air at unseen enemies, conditioning both his mind and body for what frays might come. So intent was his focus, that he did not see Suri standing nearby, even though she was too astonished with his performance to hide.

Even knowing that he wasn’t looking her way, her face was still flushed. She could hear his heavy breathing as his work became more intense, and she stayed there, her own breath caught in her throat. She felt almost guilty for watching him, but he was so beautiful here in this setting, his chest glistening in the morning sun, his dark hair loose and his blade so brilliantly polished.