Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *It is late, and the gym is empty, but for a bored attendant at the front desk, and a pale albino woman pacing along the back of a pommel horse*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The door opens, and in she steps...amazingly, for once not dressed in the ever-present urban cowgirl look she so loves. The girl is dressed remarkably light for her...no leather pants, tonight it's sweatpants and a rather form-fitting tanktop. She carries in her gym bag, winking to the attendant as she heads inside.

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *She continues her pacing atop the pommel horse. Abbey looks remarkably similar. Then again, its easy to do when you only dress in the one non-color. White terripants, and a white tanktop that clings to curves struggling to give her a more womanly shape. The slender girl seems to be doing quite a fine job of resisting however, likely due in no small part to the lean muscles that show in her arms as she does a cartwheel as idly as taking another step, before continuing with her pacing, absorbed in her thoughts*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She makes her way in, eyes passing over the various excercise machines...they pause as they see a slim albino on a pommel horse. No way that's coincidence...she grins as she looks her way, approaching Abbey with a lopsided grin. She doesn't say anything at first, not wanting to distract the woman and make her lose her balance, just comes to a halt about ten feet away, admiring the woman's grace. In a platonic way, of course...Reyna don't east fish.

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *She brushes her hands off in idle annoyance. Dusty dirty pommel horse. her chin raises as she pauses, and notes the hispanic woman. Her form stiffens slightly, before she murmers* Miss Reiruno. An unexpected pleasure. *Cue polite curl of pale lips. As is appropriate. However she lingers on her perch, eyes slipping sideways to where her blade lay, a few feet away*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Miss Randelle," she says with a grin, following her gaze. "Easy there...no need to worry about that. I'm cool. Just came in to get my workout goin'. It's good to see you, though...how are you? Working out some tension before tomorrow?"

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): I have had little time to practice my tumbling in the past weeks, due to wedding preparations. *she murmers a bit too shortly. Tension? No. of course not. everything was perfect. Simply perfect. Just like the bride and groom to be. Abbey's hands fold in front of her, just so*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Makes sense." She nods, dropping to a crouch in front of the horse. If they were going to talk at a hieght disadvantage, might as well make it an outrageous one. She looks up to Abbey and smiles. "I'm sure things will go beautifully." Funny how the woman always seems on her besdt behavior around Abbey.

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *A slight twitch of her lips in displeasure. Now she had to look down at an awkward angle. She inclines her head in a nod, before vaulting off the horse and moving to her purse to wipe her hands with a saniwipe. She's only there a moment before she glides back across the gym* I was unaware you attended this gym.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "From time to time," she says with a shrug, watching Abbey approach with a chuckle. "I alternate between here and one in downtown. I'm in at very odd hours, though, so I'm hard to catch."

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *A slight nod. The woman moves again back towards her blade and jacket, folding the saniwipe and tucking it in her purse. She walks back towards Reiruno* I trust you will be attending the function tommorrow evening? *Function? and.. was she pacing?*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Absolutely." She tilts her head to the side, brown eyes watching the other's movements.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Emp: 5,6,8,3,7,2,

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24) -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((she's nervous of course. she's only 19 and its the night before her wedding. To ~Ingvar~ of all people. damn cradle robbing Lord. Not to mention there is so much potential for trouble. Though she seems less worried about that and more worried about the idea of the wedding itself. though its a little late to be getting cold feet))

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): It will be pleasant to have you in attendance. *she makes to glide back towards the blade again before stopping herself and instead springing onto the pommel horse again. she folds into a graceful seated position. Sit Still. Cue Polite smile. A deceptively delicate white hand slips to touch wispy white hair, moving it from over her eye*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Everything's going to be fine," she says suddenly, rising slowly to her feet. There's an odd conviction there, her eyes taking a stranger sort of look to them. "Don't worry about it, Abbey. You've got enough on your plate to be nervous about tomorrow. If nothing else, I'll help make sure everything goes perfectly smoothly." That was clearly intended to be soothing and reassuring, by the tone of her voice and the words. She watches Abbey vault onto the horse with an odd sort of smile.

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *Abbey raises a thin white eyebrow. Pale lips purse. The porcelion creature inclines her head mutedly* Of course. Thank you. *Grey eyes look elsewhere a long moment, before she asks suddenly* Do you still beleive us doomed?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hmm?" She cocks her head to the side, intensely curious eyes on the woman. "You mean you and Ingvar, or the world as a whole?"

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): Perhaps I might argue that Ingvar and Myself are the world as a whole. *She murmers quietly, unwavering grey eyes rising from the gynasium floor to meet Reyna's, albino growing chill*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Despite the chill, she smiles, nodding a bit. "You could say that...and in this case, I'd say it's appropriate. Because in either case, the answer is no. I think there's a lot of challenges ahead, but I think you're far stronger then people think. You're not going to break, and you're not doomed. I think you're going to beat the odds that everyone who's a naysayer lays down, and you're going to flourish. And if I have to kill every last person on the planet who tries to get in the way of that happening, so be it." Is she joking? Is she serious? Maybe a little of both? You be the judge.

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *An eyebrow raises in silent question. She refolds her hands on her lap.* There may well be several. *A slight purse of lips, before she murmers* If I might be so bold. Why does this interest you so, Miss Reiruno?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I have several reasons, Abbey." She leans on a hip, arms crossing over her chest as she consders the other with that grin, just slightly manic. "The simplest and most complex answer is, I respect and like you both and feel that you deserve every chance that anyone and everyone on this Earth can offer you."

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): we do not require charity *She replies softly*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Where in there was charity implied, Abbey?" She girks an eyebrow. "Shit, woman...you've damn well earned it. You two have overcome a damn sight more then anyone I've known. You two have held stronger then anyone I've known...myself included." It's almost odd, the casualness of it. It will always hurt, her past, but she's accepted it and moved on. "And don't be looking to me for charity, because I don't give it out. I help those who help themselves, and you two fall at the top of that list."

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): *She watches Reyna, insufferably proud. An inclination of her head before she slips from the vaulting horse, feet falling silent on the gym floor. The woman was a ghost. Graceful and silent.* It grows late. I must return to the manor. Good Evening, Miss Reiruno. I look forward to your attendance tommorrow.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She almost shrugs, but doesn't. A mere smile finds it's way to her face, and she nods to Abbey. "Good evening, Miss Randelle. I'll be happy to be there. Have a good night, and I wish you the happiest for tomorrow."

Abbey Randelle (Feb 24): Thank you. I leave you to your work out. It has been a pleasure. *she gathers her things, coat and blade swung effortlessly to her back, before the delicate willworker glides across the gym and out the door into the night, and home to Ingvar*