01-19-2011, 11:54 PM
Zahhy stopped running for a breif second and realized how tired she was. She'd been running all morning, and only stopped to look at the girl that was so skilled with the daggers. She longed for such strength herself, but she lacked any kind of ability for things like that. "Relax, Zahhy, in time you will learn...hopefully." She said out loud to herself. She felt around her side, where the dagger that her father gave her was strapped. She hoped she could use it, maybe not as skillfully as the girl training, but with some knowledge as to what to do with it that wouldn't cause her to hurt herself.
The robe that she was wearing, similar to, if not the same as, the one that the other girl was wearing rubbed against her thighs and made them red and itchy. She was so used to wearing a man's split tunic for running that the itchy garment was getting on her nerves. She grabbed the hem of the garment and pulled it over her head, discarding it on a nearby bench. The shorts underneath the dress were similar to a split tunic and easier to run in. She guessed that running comfortably in your underwear was easier than being slow and uncomfortable. She told herself that she would remember to come back for the dress later, but she felt like running much more than she did a second ago and took off like lightning down the stone pathway.
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