Swimming [Mona]

[Kenyon]

It was a warm afternoon, and once again, Kenyon felt grateful for the breeze that blew steadily across the island. Today he was training on his own, it was the end of the week and he only held classes on the last day of the week if they were remedial. He had taken his tunic off in the heat, but still retained his trousers as he went through the swordwork forms. It had been a long while since he had used his sword.

An hour later, Kenyon decided to cut his session short, there was no point in continuing and perhaps becoming heat-stroked. He stored his weapon and strode up to the palace. Perhaps Mona would like to go for a swim. She had been working hard lately on a treaty between Green Isle and Ruddaring.

“Mona?” He enquired, poking his head into the throne room. “Would ye like to go for a swim?”

[Prankster101]

Mona wanted to bang her head on the desk she was working at over and over and over. But, she knew that wouldn't help.

For weeks she had been working on a treaty with Ruddaring. It had mostly been long letters back and forth, visits from the Ruddaring Skipper, and so on. But now was the tough stuff. It had been decided that she would be the one to write the official document.

With letters and notes tossed all over the desk, Mona had asked that she specifically not be bothered right now, unless it was important. With her ink stained paws, Mona took out another sheet of paper and started up again.

Today was a fairly nice day outside. It was hot, but not too hot thanks to the lovely breezes. Mona, however could not enjoy those breezes as much, otherwise her papers would blow away.

So she was stuck in the muggy throne room at her desk surrounded by papers and covered in ink. As she took her her quill to writing again, she heard a voice behind her.

“Mona?” He enquired, poking his head into the throne room. “Would ye like to go for a swim?”

Mona turned around to see Kenyon poking his head around the door. Tying to give him a smile, Mona replied. " I would but..." But as she looked back at her papers, the empty sheet she had before her, and the crumbled up balls of failed tried before her, Mona sighed and tossed the quill she held away. "Oh sea water, if I write anymore my head is going to crumple into a million pieces! Why not? Swimming sounds great."