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[gracedprince]

[Po's sitting quietly at a table, dagger in hand and the tip sitting against the wood as he idly turns it. Liam is in wolf form nearby, laying beside a fire where it's most comfortable for him at the moment but never far from Po. His mismatched eyes seem focused on the dagger, they're at least directed towards it but it's his locket he speaks to, carefully propped against a small pile of books.]

How many people among us can say that they can fight?

[He lets that question hang.]

Now how many of you could fight blind?

Winter is on us and that, where I come from, can mean some very erratic weather. At least there we had the benefit of Graceling that could predict such weather and we'd know. We don't have that here. So what do we do if we find ourselves in battle but snowfall makes it hard to see, stings at your eyes? Retreat?

Granted, I doubt we may end up needing to fight a great deal if the weather turns to harsh. It's a skill that may save you though, during any season. And I'd be glad to train others in how to fight if you can't see.

Katsa and I have done it plenty of times. She will help. [Sorry not sorry, Katsa, for volunteering you.]

Comments

[survivra]

I imagine you've little problem with that, the opportunity to show off your beauty and have me feed an ego that doesn't need it.

[ notice she's not denying it... or his beauty.

she nearly drops her locket when she throws open his door and doesn't see anyone. katsa is still for a moment, then she brings the locket up very close to her face ]

You're not here?!

[ hey! ]

[gracedprince]

Oh, you think I'm beautiful?

[He's trying not to laugh. Laughing might give away where he is. And where's the fun in that? Except the wall behind him might look vaguely familiar.]

I'm not? [Trying his damnedest to sound innocent.]

[survivra]

[ katsa rolls her eyes. let him sense that, if he can. ]

As though you have to ask what I think about your being anything. I was just outside—

[ she squints at the locket, then looks up and spots the doorway to one of the side rooms...

...

it's a very nice day outside, for all the snow. ]

You may be blind, Po, but you don't get lost that easily.

[ it was nice and brisk out on the training grounds. katsa walks nonchalantly to the other side of the room and leans against the door, looking up at the ceiling. she enjoyed the glint of sun against the snow, for it made eyeing her target more challenging. brisk winds presented another challenge for arrows intended to fly straight. katsa feels for the doorknob behind her and thinks about the chill in their cave beneath the waterfall in Monsea, the sound of water lapping on shores she can't see, the press of their bodies against each other in the sand—

trying to distract him from noticing her movements, shhhhh, is it working ]

[gracedprince]

[Wow. Wow Katsa. That's hardly fair. Miles away from fair in fact. He tries to sift through it all, and damn she's gotten really good at directing her thoughts to distract him.]

Liam sometimes guides me somewhere else, I can't help that.

[Katsa. Katsa no.

And yes, it's working. Dammit.]

[survivra]

[ now she's sort of distracting herself. wait, dammit. GETTING BACK ON TRACK— ]

Hm. It's too bad you don't have some other method of knowing where you are, even to the point of depriving other people of their privacy.

[ her tone is wicked, and she's grinning. she can definitely hear him through the wall but she's having a little too much fun. turning that doorknob... ]