<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/RoDooxQ.jpg)</div><br/><em>"I'd love to join you," the elf maid said perking up, "Just let me throw something on."</em><br/><br/>Pipa glanced down at the untidy pile of her belongings in the open drawer. She realized the temple's attendants had thankfully laundered her travel worn clothes, magically it would seem, since there would have been little time for anything else. Feeling a little daring and in high spirits, Pipa started pulling garments out out of the drawer, while her cute roommate continued to talk and dress.<br/><br/><em>There hasn't been a lot to do honestly(... )</em><br/><br/>Pipa slipped into her favorite indigo and forest green small clothes and longest tunic, opting to wear it as a short dress and forgoing trousers. She enjoyed the feeling of the air  against her mossy olive skin, and didn't feeling nervous or self conscious because of her orcish differences here. She half listened to the pleasant Vania, as she pulled on her boots, and grinned when the eager young elf proclaimed she was ready.<br/><br/>From the side pocket of her knapsack, Pipa produced a sling crafted from a long leather plait with a split pocket in the middle.  She wrapped the length around her left wrist, tucking the end in so it resembled a thick bracelet (as she often did back home in the mountains when she went traipsing about.) She wanted to be ready if the opportunity for practice presented itself, taking her cues from Vania and her staff.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pipa's outfit.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/NHWd5nE.jpg)<br/>(minus the hat)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/6D21Oof.png)<br/>(minus the gloves)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/bmswnHC.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/><em>"I'm an 'adept' if you know what that is?  No?  Well, we have a little bit of magical talent, and training using our bodies as weapons, though I prefer to use a staff, because sometimes hitting wooden training dummies with your fists, palms, and feet all day long tends to hurt after a while."  She frowned, "I guess I'm not a very good adept, or I wouldn't say that.  But oh well."</em><br/><br/>Pipa’s time training at unarmed grappling with her Father, made her fully capable of empathizing with Vania. There had been nights when she couldn’t sleep her legs and shoulders were so sore. She quoted her father with a smile, “Aches and pains are the price of getting better.”<br/><br/>She finished pulling on her boots while Vania explained about the seamstress and the storage arrangements in the dorm.  She nodded, following along. When Vania<em> leaned in and smirked and said, <strong>"She said I might be one of her favorites!"</strong></em>Pipa laughed. “She told me the same thing! Either we’re both extraordinary,” she said standing up, quite a bit taller than the elf shoulder-to-shoulder, “or she tells all the girls that.”<br/><br/>She made small talk about grappling and combat while they walked down to breakfast and tucked in. Pipa enjoyed three poached eggs and a cup of fruit chunks, some of which she didn’t recognize, but all were delicious.  After their meal she promised to meet up with Vania in the afternoon to show her some grappling holds, and then she headed off to visit the headmistress.