[ He finds a practice partner with a woman about his age wielding a wooden sword, fresh faced and eager. She brought three matches to swift ends, her swings efficient and without bravado in breaking past any defense he made. Afterward they speak - she shares a story on her sons and he tells her of his first day in this land - without the haste to have another go-around. It's a pleasant moment in the company of a stranger.
Then someone curses and she turns her head over, curious without offense. He turns as well and has no opportunity to mask the surprise that gets his eyes to bulge for a second. ]
Hector?
[ Spoken as if they unexpectedly crossed paths in the middle of a corridor and less so in a new realm. Maybe it's just because he only saw Hector practically yesterday. The woman's lips curve up in realizing the two know one another and she takes no mind as Isaac's attention is now drawn to the stranger. ]
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Then someone curses and she turns her head over, curious without offense. He turns as well and has no opportunity to mask the surprise that gets his eyes to bulge for a second. ]
Hector?
[ Spoken as if they unexpectedly crossed paths in the middle of a corridor and less so in a new realm. Maybe it's just because he only saw Hector practically yesterday. The woman's lips curve up in realizing the two know one another and she takes no mind as Isaac's attention is now drawn to the stranger. ]