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    On the Third Day - 11/23 Dawntown Castle - (Jed/Cora)

    It seemed as though Jedrek Calloway had unwittingly created a morning routine, one that revolved around sleeplessness, followed by a morning jog and a swim upstream and back to cool down. It woke him up enough, limiting the effects of insomnia to allow him to make it through the day.

    He wasn’t the only one now attuned to such patterns, for upon his return to Dawntown castle, on the very dock he dove from was a linen towel, a fresh pair of pants, and a white blouse that smelled of lavender and cedar, folded cleanly and stacked atop one another. He had to laugh as he pulled himself out of the water and quickly dried off, waiting until he was dressed (least he draw even more attention to himself) to towel dry his hair.

    After the previous night’s debacle, Jedrek was more antsy than normal. It had been months since he’d been in such a position of adrenaline rush and pure power. Memories of the war flooded back to him and he quickly began to itch for something, anything that would put his mind at ease.

    It was not much of a surprise, then, that the newly appointed Chatlawn Lord spent the day before the Dawntown castle forge. There was very little in Balfour that could put the veteran at peace like the heat and glow of a forge and the roar of the bellows. He’d learned to strike the anvil a few years after he’d been handed his first net, but at that ripe young age, his strength could barely muster a small pairing knife.

    Now, as the sun began to set on Chatlawn, Jedrek had the beginnings of a blade, twice as long as his arm and dull to boot with no edge or true shape. But it was something.

    With his sweat slick hair tied back by a leather thong, Jedrek ventured from the steel shop, stopping briefly by the kitchens for a quick bite, for the grumbling in his stomach reminded him of how little he’d eaten. Thankfully, his cook had just removed the evening’s mutton from the oven and Jedrek enjoyed it alone with a glass of wine, refraining from even the consideration of dining with Lady Macari that evening.

    She still weighed on his mind, the little tick that refused to release and instead threatened to drain his entire life’s blood away. How could one woman be so bold.. and infuriating? With a shake of his head, Jed tore off a chunk of freshly steaming bread and mopped up the juices on his pewter plate as voices rang through the silence of the kitchens. Soon, Jedrek was no longer eating alone.

    ”Ah, there’s the new Lord now,” Bo rounded the corner, a tankard in one hand and a rolled up missive in the other. ”You made quite the impression last night, mate,” he continued, wielding the parchment as though it were a sword, before he smacked Jedrek upside the head with it, only to drop it onto the large wooden table before him.

    Popping the soaked gluten into his mouth, Jedrek straightened on the stool and wiped his hands on a linen napkin as he eyed the letter. ”I hadn’t noticed,” Jedrek replied with a sip of his drink. ”What’s that?”

    Bo settled into a seat after he pulled up another stool and shrugged, kicking his feet up on the wood. ”How am I supposed to know? What do I look like, your steward?” Beauregard might as well have been, for all the attention he paid Jedrek while they were at the front lines. His grin matched Jed’s.

    ”Judging by the seal, I would take a gander its from your father.”

    ”I think you’re on to something.”

    But Jedrek didn’t reach for it. He didn’t even bother untying the leather thong that held it together, nor breaking the wax seal that was imprinted with his father’s ring. He could already guess what it would say - likely an ode to his greatness, or perhaps a scolding for his behavior the evening before. Word would have likely already gotten around that he’d caused such a ruckus during his first night.

    ” I could go for a spar, what say you?” His blue eyes met Bo’s and soon a grin to match the guard’s appeared.

    ”How could I say no at a chance to kick yer arse.”

    Less then 20 minutes later they stood in the middle of the courtyard with blades in hand. It had been months since Jedrek had had a chance to square off against one of his brothers. Where the other three were that evening, Jedrek wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t complain. It would be difficult enough keeping up with Bo without skewing the odds against him.

    There was very little in the way of theatrics before they began for they only saluted with their blades before they began to clash and cause an uproar that only two men in their mid twenties could cause with swords as the sun began to set.

    @Coralie Macari

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    Finding things to do in one's room wasn't hard to do as of late. Coralie had clothing that needed washing and mending and she did it all herself, despite the household staff that was willing to help. She didn't want to burden them, since they were so few in number and had other things to do as of late. They were kind to her and she to them. Once the mending was finished, she was on to crafts.

    She had been painting for part of the day, then a bit of needle point, and toward the evening she'd landed on reading. With a book in her hand, she'd settled herself on the balcony, sprawling across a wicker bench that sat against the railing. She was wearing a light dress, she kept her room warm, and the neckline was low cut to allow her breasts to breath. As a result she had draped a shawl over her shoulders, but it was an honest relief to feel the cooler weather outside.

    Deep within the chapters of her book, she was shocked out of the story when she heard the swordplay at work below her window. For a moment, she sat on the bench, and tried to decide on what she was hearing. Coralie finally stood up and leaned on the rail, closed book in hand, to view the scene in the courtyard. Two men, the sun casting shadows across the ground, were practicing in the grass below her window. She blinked a few times, allowing her eyes to adjust, and she finally was able to confirm that it was Jedrek and one of his men.

    It wasn't something that she was proud of, but she watched him intently. Her eyes were fixed on Lord Calloway, his shoulders and his technique. Though she knew nothing about wielding a sword, she could admire a man who did. This was an enormous moment of weakness on her part but she had no reason to feel shame. The man was not without his attractive qualities, young and strong, he did have confidence.

    In the end, he was a man, and she knew that he would eventually betray her. Though she'd given him very little information she was sure the moment would come. Coralie was dead set that she would not give him the opportunity to take advantage of her as her father had, as her husband had.

    For now she would be a silent observer, watch him, learn what she could. Coralie was completely content in watching the men in their duel below and appreciate them for the view they provided.

    Much better than a sunset.

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    Bo lunged at Jedrek again.

    ”You’re getting soft, mate,”

    Jed parried easily again knocking the blade to side with his iron as he side stepped and countered. Normally such banter wouldn’t throw him off but Bo was right - Jed had been out of practice. Sorely.

    Though no one would have known from looking at them. Their dance was well rehearsed, and how could it not be for the time they spent together on the battlefield.

    ”Am I? I hadn’t noticed,” Jedrek lied with a grunt as he took a step back to feign recovery before he turned his defense into a savage offense. Their swords met again and again, ringing throughout the courtyard in an epic ballad of steel. Through his timed breaths and innate movement, Jed finally began to feel like himself again. The power behind each connection vibrated through his body and reminded him of what he used to be, and could be again…

    But a sharp pain brought him from his fervor and he spun out of Bo’s way and retreated a few steps.

    ”Damn it, Bo,” Jed cursed, looking down at the blood beginning to seep through the edges of his tattered sleeve and torso. It wasn’t the worst cut he'd received before, and after a quick peek, he did not doubt it would heal quickly. Still, it was an inconvenience and a stark reminder of what could be.

    ”That’s luck right there, I could have done worse and woulda had you kept coming, mate.”

    Jedrek tried to hide his embarassement - he’d let reason escape him. While riding the tide worked in battle, he knew never to let himself go during a simple spar.

    Or at least he did.

    Grunting in reply, Jed turned back to the stone bench that bordered the courtyard and removed what was left of his new, freshly washed shirt. As he held the bloodied cloth in his hand, he considered further breaking it down into a bandage for his arm, but he wasn’t weak. Jedrek Calloway was never weak.

    Instead he simply wiped away the blood and set the linen down before turning back to his adversary.

    ”So what you’re telling me is you couldn’t handle it, huh?”

    @Coralie Macari

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    The free show in the yard below her window was getting good. Though the two danced in unison, swinging their blades as if they'd practiced for days, it seemed a bit off. A bit more violent than usual. A bit, less like practice and more like a pair of men trying to vent their frustrations. Coralie leaned onto her elbows, the railing supporting her weight, and she watched the scene before her unfold.

    She could hear the voices below, the banter made her laugh lightly. It quickly, however, took a turn for the worse. Their swords collided and the Guard's blade slid down Jedrek's arm. As the noise pealed over the courtyard, she watched as the blood spread through the fabric of the Lord's shirt. She was unaware, but when the blade ripped through Lord Calloway's flesh, she had stood upright and gasped. Her hand over her mouth, she watched as one man looked up to her but the other was too busy stripping off his shirt and wiping the blood from his wound.

    The Lord of Chatlawn seemed to be taking the fact that he was wounded in stride. Coralie watched as he tossed his shirt over to the bench and made his way back toward the Guard. He intended to continue the competition? Impressive. Most men she knew would have gone to the healer, always in fits, but Jedrek was calm and didn't pay much attention to the cut that was now an escape for his life's blood.

    Slowly, Coralie leaned back onto the stone railing that was the edge of her balcony, and continued to watch. Her eyes flicking from one man to the other, they had her attention now.

    @Jedrek Calloway

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