<strong>Name:</strong>Izzy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Celeste's Villa, Training Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rein<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>At 10 am at the villa, Izzy was just waking up from a refreshing nap.  She'd discovered a while ago that taking at least 45 minutes of rest after a decent workout paid for itself later in the day.  And she'd already been busy, up until now.  Lifting herself from the bench she'd fell asleep on, Izzy rubbed her eyes and stretched her arms over her head, moving towards the well.  Even drawing the bucket up was done in such a way that it got the muscles feeling warm.  She took a few long gulps and splashed the rest of the bucket over her head, shaking her fur and sending droplets of chilly water all around.  She felt entirely refreshed.  And now she had two hours before lunch, which she eagerly contemplated how to spend.<br/><br/>Izzy was fond of getting an early start.  It wasn't just that she liked to be alone, although she did.  It was more that she was attached to her training regimen.  This morning, for example, she'd slipped out of bed before dawn, grabbing a satchel full of fruit and water, and performed a series of stretches and katas in the training yard.  She and her other half had developed these warm-ups together over several years, and had practiced them together daily.  Practicing them again now was bittersweet, but they were solid exercises for her fighting style.  Limbering stretches and muscle-memory form techniques, interspersed together to make them rather fun.  At a certain speed, they looked something like a dance.<br/><br/>When dawn broke, Izzy started her daily run.  There was a place she was fond of, about 8 miles away.  A secluded hill that overlooked a lake.  Today she'd gotten there around 7am, and had eaten her breakfast while watching the sun try to peek through the overcast.  On a clearer day, or perhaps after a less exhausting night, she might have tried to get here earlier and watch the sun rise.  Next time, perhaps.<br/><br/>After a short rest, she'd started her next task.  There were some trees there that she'd sawed the branches off of, where she liked to practice her close range fighting forms.  Izzy was rather serious about this, and actually had four trees sawed down this way, along with small wooden chimes.  She'd spent about thirty minutes on a single tree, and then for the next thirty she'd let the chime dictate which she was supposed to attack, sharpening her group fighting ability, reaction time, and footwork.  She'd followed that with a short rest, which today included a well-deserved dip in the lake, before she started back.<br/><br/>All in all, she'd been gone for about 3 hours, returning to the villa around 9 am, sweaty from running in the growing humidity.  At which point Izzy found a hard surface to lay down on, doing cool downs and dozing off for a little while.  Such was her routine.  It was nice to do it early in the morning, when the air was bracing instead of muggy.  And Izzy had been certain, of course, to tell Onyx and Celeste all about this hill.  It made sense to do this kind of thing for agility and stamina training, but she didn't want to give them the notion that she might try to escape.  Izzy was bitter, not stupid.  And so following routine, and letting the 'masters' know where she'd be and when, was important.  Onyx, being her direct superior and a winged dragoness, wouldn't have any trouble finding her if she needed her right away.<br/><br/>Izzy lowered the bucket down into the well, rolling her shoulders and pondering which training would be more useful right now.  A noise came from the grounds, and she felt her brow furrow a little.  Izzy hadn't warmed to the others yet, and she felt her bitterness rise, changing her demeanor almost instantly.  She had an understanding, of course.  She'd lost a match.  She had to be here, at least until she won her freedom back.  And there were certain factors that made her want this particular house to succeed: an irony that she admitted to, in spite of herself.  But that didn't mean she particularly liked her situation, or those that were part of it.  Then again, sparring was the surest kind of training..<br/><br/>At length,she decided to head to the training yard as well.  Rein was sitting there, taking a short rest as her hooves clacked around the villa and entered the yard.  There was a damaged training dummy near the wall, so that was one less mystery.  Rein was technically her superior, but in contrast to Onyx, he seemed.. well, Onyx's total, polar opposite.  She didn't know much about him, except that he valued his place in this house.  He seemed like a wolf who was fairly disciplined, even if he did probably have some stories to tell.  Izzy greeted him with a glance, and a gave a raise of her chin toward the damaged dummy.  "Rough customer?" she asked.  Sparring sounded fun, but she wanted to gauge him a little before she made a choice.  Either him or those healthy sand bags over there..