(*grins* Hehe..well, I actually had a good idea for once..)

Not even realizing he was being watched, Peter continued practicing without even slowing down. It was rare that he was able to practice like this, and when he could escape down here, it was as if he was detatched from everything, absorbed completely in the sword in his hand.

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Evelyn watched him for a bit, though she didn't know why, or else she didn't want to admit she knew why. She then tried to walk away quietly, but flinched when she felt a twig snap under her foot. 'Drnit,' she hissed to herself in her mind.

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Having heard the twig snapped, Peter stopped quickly and looked towards where the sound had come from, and he then lowered his sword, seeing Evelyn. "How long have you been standing there?"

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Evelyn made a pained face, still not facing him, and sighed. "About two minutes," she said, turning to face him. "I'm sorry - I shouldn't have - I -" she tried, getting tongue-tied from embarrassment.

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"You don't have to apologize." Peter said, before sheathing his sword with a sharp rasp.

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Evelyn nodded, then turned to walk away, hoping to avoid any more uncomfortable situations.

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Peter watched her for a moment, looking torn between stopping her and just letting her go, though he just shook his head and drew his sword again.

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[Hmmm...*remembers Sense and Sensibility* Oh, dear Lord, if you let me run rampant in this thread, I swear it'll sound like a Jane Austen novel...]

Ev, absorbed in her own thoughts, didn't see a rock that lay in her path She stepped on it, slipped, and twisted her ankle. She sucked in air through her teeth as she sat down, sqeezing her eyes shut from the sudden burn of the pain.

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(*raises eyebrow*)

Peter, having noticed her slip, walked over to her. "Are you alright?"

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[It happens in Sense and Sensibility. Come ON - you haven't read or seen Pride and Prejudice?!]

"Yeah, I'm fine..." she said, trying to get up.

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(No..*sheepish look*)

"You sure?" Peter asked, not looking convinced.

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[Well, what usually happens in Jane Austen novels is it's these completely nice, sane, down-to-earth, often funny or winning girls who can't get men trying to get guys, and having these funny little incidents along the way.]

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said again, though her ankle shook when she tried to put weight on it, and she grimaced.

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(Ah..I see..)

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Sure you are.."

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[For instance, Marianne Dashwood, the middle sister, comes home after having twisted her ankle (hence my idea...) because she was found by this guy John Willoughby. After he leaves, she, her sister, and her mother have this conversation:

Marianne: "He expressed himself well, did he not?"

Mrs. Dashwood: "With great decorum and honor!"

Ma: "And spirit, and wit, and feeling!"

Elinor (older sister): "And economy - ten words at most! Marianne, you'd best change out of your clothes or you'll catch cold."

Ma: "What care I for colds when there is such a man?"

E: "You'll care when your nose is red and swollen when he comes tomorrow."

Ma: "You're right - help me, Elinor!"]

Ev turned pink and said, "Alright, so I lied that once," and smiled softly, reaching down to massage her ankle.

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(*laughs*)

"Indeed...and it seems to me that, unless I'm mistaken, you're not going to be able to walk back."

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"Perhaps...not on my own, at least.." she said, turning pink and looking down, away from him. <i>I'm SUCH a ditz...</i> she thought to herself.

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