[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@Raineh Daze][@Psyker Landshark][@HereComesTheSnow]
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[color=#008b8b]"Oh, don't worry too much,"[/color] Fionn replied to Lilia's continued misgivings. [color=#008b8b]"Once you work out some of that nervous energy everything will be fine!"[/color] Of course, after quickly scanning the training yard himself, he decided to leave out that the Knight-Captain who Lilia so wanted to speak with was out there at that very moment. Better not to let her distract herself and get even more anxious—just wait and see if Fanilly's more dressed-down look compared to the week before might let her escape notice for some time.

Rather than let the pause linger, he strode on forward straight towards a set of blunts and federschwerten kept for full sparring between the knights, deftly plucking out one of his favourites as he strode past. [color=#008b8b]"Where do you think, lads? Out by the project? I've still got to have somewhere to put this pillow before it disappears again."[/color]