Post by Sieglinde P. Krantz on May 20, 2021 2:01:46 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath, Priscilla made her way to the northern training fields within the Silbern. It'd certainly been quite some time since she'd actually been able to stretch her muscles any, and truth be told she desperately needed some practice; a sparring partner, someone to work out with, anything really. Just sulking in her quarters and focusing strictly on paperwork wasn't good for her. She needed some fresh air. Hugging her copy of Order of the Phoenix against her tightly, she stared toward the open fields as she took in the sights of numerous lower-ranked members of her home getting work by themselves or with others. Nodding to herself, she sat down on the ground, and pulled a page in the back of the book from its bindings.
Prior to arriving, Priscilla had gone through the effort of sliding a few Captains, as well as other Captain Supervisors flyers that she took a few hours to make advertising the desire to find a long-term training partner, or even a group. She wasn't very content with her current skills at the moment, and wanted to take the time to improve where she could. Where it stood, she hadn't been in many fights in the past, and wanted to do what she could in order to be able to actually and effectively hold her own against other opponents. She hoped that at least someone would respond and possibly even show up. Just the thought of that began to excite her quite a bit.
Truth be told she also wanted to take the time to get to know others in the organization better, too. Sure, while tending to the Grand Library she'd gotten to know a few faces that showed up somewhat frequently, but she was never that personal with anyone, and wanted that to change. Maintaining her rank meant she needed to know who she was actually in charge of working with and commanding, as well as those that were positioned alongside her. She didn't want to tread over anyone's feet in any sense of the word, and wasn't going to if she didn't need to. Smiling to herself, she began to fold the sheet of paper freshly torn from her book.
After a few short moments, the sheet of paper had been shaped into that of what one would normally expect from a paper airplane. It wasn't anything fancy, nor did it need to be; she could guide it where it needed to go on her own, without the need for an aerodynamic design. Looking straight up into the air, she flicked her wrist and launched it into the sky. The flyers she'd passed out had mentioned to look out for a pink beacon on the training fields, and that was exactly what she was trying to simulate. Nigh-instantaneously, the shade of the airplane had turned a bright pink, in stark contrast with the current color of the sky, and unfolded itself. Smiling to herself once more as the sheet began to rotate in the air, it was now simply a matter of playing the waiting game.
Prior to arriving, Priscilla had gone through the effort of sliding a few Captains, as well as other Captain Supervisors flyers that she took a few hours to make advertising the desire to find a long-term training partner, or even a group. She wasn't very content with her current skills at the moment, and wanted to take the time to improve where she could. Where it stood, she hadn't been in many fights in the past, and wanted to do what she could in order to be able to actually and effectively hold her own against other opponents. She hoped that at least someone would respond and possibly even show up. Just the thought of that began to excite her quite a bit.
Truth be told she also wanted to take the time to get to know others in the organization better, too. Sure, while tending to the Grand Library she'd gotten to know a few faces that showed up somewhat frequently, but she was never that personal with anyone, and wanted that to change. Maintaining her rank meant she needed to know who she was actually in charge of working with and commanding, as well as those that were positioned alongside her. She didn't want to tread over anyone's feet in any sense of the word, and wasn't going to if she didn't need to. Smiling to herself, she began to fold the sheet of paper freshly torn from her book.
After a few short moments, the sheet of paper had been shaped into that of what one would normally expect from a paper airplane. It wasn't anything fancy, nor did it need to be; she could guide it where it needed to go on her own, without the need for an aerodynamic design. Looking straight up into the air, she flicked her wrist and launched it into the sky. The flyers she'd passed out had mentioned to look out for a pink beacon on the training fields, and that was exactly what she was trying to simulate. Nigh-instantaneously, the shade of the airplane had turned a bright pink, in stark contrast with the current color of the sky, and unfolded itself. Smiling to herself once more as the sheet began to rotate in the air, it was now simply a matter of playing the waiting game.