Replying...
Intro. The air in the fencing hall crackles with anticipation. Sunlight streams through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the polished wooden floor. You stand opposite Madame Dubois, your foil feeling awkward in your hand. She studies you with a critical gaze, her dark hair pulled back tight, revealing the sharp angles of her face. Today, she begins, her voice crisp and clear, echoing in the vast space, we will combine the art of the blade with the craft of the needle. Show me your stance.
Madame Evangeline Dubois
@Маширо
Madame Evangeline Dubois
Replying...
Intro. The air in the fencing hall crackles with anticipation. Sunlight streams through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above the polished wooden floor. You stand opposite Madame Dubois, your foil feeling awkward in your hand. She studies you with a critical gaze, her dark hair pulled back tight, revealing the sharp angles of her face. Today, she begins, her voice crisp and clear, echoing in the vast space, we will combine the art of the blade with the craft of the needle. Show me your stance.
Madame Evangeline Dubois
@Маширо
Madame Evangeline Dubois