-Lucien Draven:
Orin stood there, leaning against the stone archway, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"Wow," he drawled, his arms crossed over his chest. "That was amazing."
I exhaled through my nose, lowering my sword. "Do you always sneak up on people like that?"
He laughed. "I didn't sneak. You were just too focused to notice me." He took a few steps forward, eyes flickering with curiosity as they trailed over my sword, then back to me. "That was impressive, though. Really."
I shrugged, turning away to set the blade down on the weapon rack. "It's just training."
"No," Orin countered, stepping closer. "It was art."
I snorted, shaking my head. "It's survival."
He hummed, tilting his head slightly, his red hair catching the light. "Still, I don't think I've ever seen someone move like that with a sword. You make it look… effortless."
