Ingrid took the box from Lelinus and inspected the bracelets inside. Red and gold weaved in and out of one another. There was a quiet nobility to the bracelets. "These are beautiful," she echoed Lelinus's words. "Thank you." She had rarely had time for trinkets in Fjellborg; training had rarely left time for frivolity. Anything that might snag or be detrimental to her grip had been relegated to the past. Perhaps indulging herself in frivolity every once in a while wouldn't be so bad.
She listened quietly as Lelinus spoke with Evangelina, advising the newcomer to speak to Brother Beorn. Ingrid knew that Beorn was a good man, he was a man to be trusted which was apparently a rare thing in Byrdain. Lelinus looked at her, trying to look apologetic. "I just need to see the Patriarch for a few minutes. It shouldn't be long." Ingrid reached for Lelinus's hand as Evangelina spoke.
"Surely you are Prince, shouldn't the Patriarch come to see you, especially given your...illness?" She asked. "You should rest, I shall request that this Brother Beorn alert the Patriarch to meet your in your chambers, surely the Lady would agree."
Before Lelinus could respond, Evangelina had gone. "Her first day here and already she's taking your side. At this rate, I will be in bed, taking it easy for the rest of my life. I almost shudder at the thought."
Ingrid smiled. "Well, I like her. Gods know that this place needs more sensible people in it." She teased. Sensing that Lelinus was determined to see the Patriarch, Ingrid gently squeezed his hand. "Take care," she said and pressed a kiss to his cheek before leaving him to his endeavours.
Ingrid took the box back to their chambers, placing the box down on the dressing table. She ran a finger over the edges. She turned away from the dressing table and began searching through her clothes. Her dress felt restricting. She longed for a tunic and trousers again. She was sure she had something dark enough to pass for black. She pulled her dress off and switched it for a dark tunic and trousers. Ingrid took the sword that Lelinus had given her last night and headed out to hit a few training dummies.
The training yard was empty as Ingrid walked out across it. She found a distant corner, swinging her sword in a figure-of-eight. She turned and sliced her sword into the dummy. There was a dull thwack as the sword made contact. She swung her sword through the air again and again, switching her angle as she did, slicing and cleaving with her sword, slowly circling the dummy. She could feel the tension leaving her body as she moved with her sword. As she moved, she switched between one hand and two handed grips. She could wield the sword well enough with one hand, but she had greater control with two hands. Ingrid pushed her hair back from her face and continued attacking the dummy.