Tehr slipped a single silver coin into the palm of the stable girl who took Blondie’s reigns and with a soft whisper said,<strong> “Make sure she has your best hay and fresh water, and if she promises to be good, maybe an apple.”</strong>It was an unnecessary gesture, the stable girl would likely have done it had he requested anyways, without the gold coin.  But somehow he felt like Blondie would understand the devotion he had towards his animal friend.  He gave her a soft pat on the flank as she was led away and then turned towards the house Saari.<br/><br/>He could see the blonde Marie sweet and light playing chess against her sister Jesanie, darker haired and more cerebral, though he didn’t know if they’d seen his arrival yet.  It wasn’t full dark yet though the sun was setting.  Though his attention was drawn quickly to the yard where Karin d’Saari sparred with someone who appeared to be an instructor.<br/><br/>However as he watched the match, the bit of strangeness drew his attention and he quietly muttered the words to a simple incantation, seeking the use of magic and revealing it’s warp and weft to his eyesight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">  im going to assume that the instructor is using magic to stay armed, if this isn’t the case let me know and I’ll edit my post.</div></div><br/><br/>He didn’t feel it was his place to comment however, not during the match.  For all he knew, this was intentional.  The goal may not be for Karin to disarm the other man, but to test her resolve and patience.  He knew too little about it to say anything and risk embarrassing himself or her.  However he would wait until the spar was over before approaching her, clapping his lands lightly as he held his staff tucked beneath his arm.  With as much class and dignity as he could muster he would address her.<br/><strong><br/>“Again Karin d’Saari I find myself treated to the sight of a skillful practice session. Maybe I should come visit more often.  What I found especially interesting was your method of practice.  I applaud your ingenuity.  I would have never have thought to use magic to keep your sparring opponent’s blade in his hand.  But now that I’ve seen it in action it makes so much sense.  Obviously if he were not to use magic to stick his blade to his grip, the match would be over far too soon, and then you’d be cheated out of your exercise.”</strong><br/><br/>He phrased his words in such a way that the woman could take credit for the magic if she desired, and ‘save face’ and not look like a fool who had been duped if that had been the case.  What actions came from such a revelation, had she not known, could always be taken once the man from house Wynt was no longer present.  He knew that House Saari women were proud, and the last thing he wanted was for one to be embarrassed or made a fool of, either by himself or by a teacher.<br/><strong><br/>“I received a letter requesting my presence by your two sisters, and I do not wish to keep them waiting overly long.  Will I be seeing you join us in the parlor or shall I bid you a farewell here and let you get back to your training?”</strong><br/>