A New Day...

Out of sight of all but the patrolling watch around the old monastery, a bare-chested Kiril greets the morning sun exercising with his new short sword in some kind of odd, flowing, almost dance. The moves are clearly martial in nature, and quite evidently lethal as well, but flowing, smooth, and ever so graceful. 

Beautiful to watch, but best done away from the sweep of the blade.

Also, he sings a song in, to those who can hear it, Elvish. The song is haunting and also beautiful for all that the words remain just out of range to be fully heard, if the listener knew the language in the first place. But the listeners get the impression that the song is of loss. Perhaps the loss of someone deeply loved?

Whatever the song's meaning, it blends with his movement seamlessly, perfectly, flawlessly. Young he may be, but superbly trained he also has been.

     
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