Lydia still practiced in the training hall herself, even if she was sure she was doing things wrong without proper instruction. But--she believed strongly in self-defense, and even if her teachers were in Crystal... She didn't want to disappoint Miss Armstrong OR Mr. Kenshin; she hoped they'd come back, sometime. (It was a painful feeling, hope.)
Headed there by bicycle, it's the one built by MarKus, rather than Manami's racing bike. Easier to handle tougher terrain, and she has her gear in a basket attached to the front and pannier bags on the back. Betel-Po is napping on top of the back too, as Lydia'd come straight from school.
A quick change, Betel-Po floating behind her, and Lydia was in her usual adventuring gear, rapier and dagger strapped on and ready to try and practice. Pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face, and Lydia was in much better spirits than when he'd seen her last. "Ira!" was the friendly call, a wave being given too as Lydia picked up her pace.
Training Hall
Headed there by bicycle, it's the one built by MarKus, rather than Manami's racing bike. Easier to handle tougher terrain, and she has her gear in a basket attached to the front and pannier bags on the back. Betel-Po is napping on top of the back too, as Lydia'd come straight from school.
A quick change, Betel-Po floating behind her, and Lydia was in her usual adventuring gear, rapier and dagger strapped on and ready to try and practice. Pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face, and Lydia was in much better spirits than when he'd seen her last. "Ira!" was the friendly call, a wave being given too as Lydia picked up her pace.