Duty at Delot's Fencing Acadamy

[Sanquine]

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5th of Cryxatum, Summer Era XIV

He had not flown very far as his small wings fluttered behind him. He was likely to get stares from the big ones below him, but he was a fae on a mission. Going through the town, he looked downwards from his high vantage point and tried to locate the Delot's Fencing Acadamy where it would likely be the first place to look for Brody's old chum. The smells of this city were lovely as he took in the island air. Sea air and island air were two different things, after all. Just that residue of fresh plant and sea tide were relaxing to his senses.

Taking a few turns through a street, he realized how confusing this city was. He couldn't imagine someone on the ground trying to navigate through this insane maze! His long braid flapped wildly behind him as he tried to pick up speed and see where he could find this silly fighting ground. After dropping off the ring, he wasn't sure what other adventures he should go looking for, as he also needed to find a hole in someone's building to shack up in. Maybe he could find a toymaker in town to make him a nice, cozy home!

"Now where could this place be..." he said to himself as he zipped along.

[Tarot]

One could hardly miss Delot's Fencing Academy unless they didn't know what a sword looked like - and even then, it was doubtful that they could possibly not notice the tall structure resting on one end of the Plata, the residential district of Port Chelseanna. Slightly elevated and farther from the sea than the rest of the town, the Plata was a quiet place for the most part, with its strangely decorated limestone houses, no two buildings alike. What prevented the Plata from being an entirely quiet place was the Conservatorio and the Fencing Academy.

Now, the Fencing Academy was a thin four story structure shaped like the blade of a sword sword - the red roof possibly hinting at a bloody sword if one stopped to think about it. The reasons behind the shape were anyone's guess, but most classes took place in the Academy's grounds and most fencers slept in their own houses, so the building had no particular size requirements, and it contained little more than an armory and an absurd amount of paperwork, anyways.

It did not take long for Sanquine to spot the place. Fencers, all dressed in gaudy bright clothes and plumed hats, were practicing on the grounds, dueling in pairs or watching their instructor demonstrate lunges, parries and ripostes. The occasional Zinn'ka artist could be seen kicking at a practice target, or sparring in pairs. It was a quiet, normal day. Some of the students were full-time guards and manned Chelseanna's local militia, others were guests - some of them visiting nobles with a wish to master the ways of the sword - and all of them were impossibly flamboyant and elaborate.