[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

The knight nodded her assent, then looked thoughtful as the two went off to prepare. If she was armoured, there was no clear way to defeat her... the half-giant could definitely land a blow that would have an impact even with practice blades yet these two would have no such luck. She could admit defeat if a hit was landed, yet the entire purpose behind such armour was to shrug off blows that would injure or incapacitate a normal soldier and that would make the task entirely two easy for the pair of them.

Well, the cat was already out of the bag, so why not just remove the armour? 

Indeed, when Fleuri and Klaus returned, the paladin was completely without armour. In the light of day rather than at a party, it was even more apparent how pale the child was. Even more so, it was obvious that Tyaethe must have been unusually tall for her entire life--and highly athletic. Not that the second was in question, with her hands around the handle of a blade and her body pointed towards the sky.

She dropped to the ground, heaving the wooden--yet alarmingly accurate--replica free and resting it across her shoulders, not seeming to feel the weight of a practice sword still larger than she was. Her expression seemed spectacularly difficult as she asked the two the last question: "Ready?"

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[h2]Lilianna Belwiss[/h2]

"Your maids didn't wake you? Would you like me to ask Abigail to have a word with them?" the older woman asked, shifting the child. Her wife might not have had any authority over Fanilly's maids, even in the past but she was certainly someone to keep order... and reign in her unruly juniors, "I'm sure that she would be happy to do so after breakfast."