Anira watched as Kax  moved forward, his steps smooth and efficient. He made his way to the target and quickly removed the knife as well as the arrow before arrivnig  back to her and taking her hand. She  raised an eyebrow at him as he set the arrow  in her palm and then closed her fiingers around it.  She took the arrow and silently as he had given it and slipped  in back into the quiver she carried. He did not seem interested in talking but she really couldnt complain too much, it was better than arguing though she feared a married life full of no emotion as  much as she did one of hatred. Either way it seemed clear that she was not to enjoy the kind of match her parents or grandparents had and so simply breathed deeply  as the man that was to be her husband walked away without a word.<br/><br/>As Kax moved off she watched as he made his was to a circle of sorts and then removed his shirt, causing a soft blush to come over her cheeks. He was very well built and Anira could  not help but remember then what came with marriage. As Kax drew his sword she refocused and watched as he stepped to the center. He suddenly seemed to shift and began a thing of grace, his sword arched over his head and balancing before he slowly moved as if in a very  slow dance. Anir watched mesmerized for a few minutes; it was very besutiful. She smiled and slowly set her own bow and quiver down before moving to a clearing where she took his first stance and then followed the order of his motions. She was not as good as he, her body built for faster and shorter motions, but she was not bad. Her balance was impecable from years of tree hopping and so she but had to learn his fluidity.