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Ahh!! I'm a huge Austen fan, too! :D

The thud as Vor'en hit the floor distracts Sia-Lan from her concentration and she winces slightly as Set yelps. "Sorry. Maybe we should get someone else to help you out. Though the pounding back there isn't helping!" she calls out to the two males sparring behind her. If she can continue to...

uh... :o yes anyway.... Results of my idle googling (aka procrastinating) - found something interesting! An older more elegant looking Sia. And is that Rory beside her and Deel in the back? and I noticed that in both of them her hair is brown and fluffy - lol pretty funny good old...

"Valara, maybe you should go call Sen down to help out," Sia-Lan spoke while trying not to hurt Set too much in her attempt to heal his broken nose. "He's got some first-aid experience and hopefully a medpac up there in the hotel room."

Dorn! I thought you ate something unpleasant at that restaurant and was spending some quality time with something porcelain. :p Glad to see you're back though!

Sia-Lan guided Set over to the bench and pressed her hands on each shoulder to get him to sit down. Then she motioned for Valara to either sit beside Set or stand behind him. "Either way, hold his hand, Valara,...I'm sure he'll like that alot," she spoke with a wink to her worried friend. If...

Sia-Lan's concentration abruptly lost it when she heard the rather sickening crunch of Set's nose being smashed. Blinking slightly, she stared at the whole rather bloody mess a bit horrified but slightly fascinated. Well...sparring that definitely was. "Set! Don't wander around with a broken...

Sia-Lan sighed to herself, dropping slowly behind the others and leaving them talking by the mat as she went to sit down on a bench not too far away. The energy of the day's activites wore on her bubbly personality in many ways, thrown on top of a few rather impertinent force tricks, everything...

Sia whispers back. "I don't know...I spent most of the time with him on top of me, sweaty and grunting. Is this what sparring is supposed to be like outside of the Jedi Temple?"

"Rory!" Sia-Lan calls out happily as she bounds over to her furry friend and gives him a big Jedi hug. "You're right. Wookies are so much more comfy to hug. And you don't like being mean to me like Vor'en does." Letting go she sighed and then grinned at the wookie while Vor'en answered...

"And you look like a cross between titanium wall and a humorless wookie," Sia-Lan shot back in return, but her fingers pressed lightly on his arm and pulled him further back so they could speak equally quietly and not disturb the concentration of the meditating couple. "Valara is the descendent...

Sia-Lan brushes herself off as best she could, but her auburn hair still sticks in all different kinds of directions despite herself. Slipping the outer robes back on, she yanks the belt tight and then tucks it away relatively neatly. She shook out her leg, half-hopping around to bring feeling...

Sia-Lan made a noise somewhere between indignation and laughter. Inevitably as it always did with her, the amusement won out and Vor'en could feel her body grow slack in his grip as she started giggling uncontrollably. Just lots and lots of laughing.

Legs and arms entangled and entertwined. Bodies rolling here and there. Hands groping for a firm hold. Half-naked man on top of her who's all sweaty and grunting in her ear...hey wait a minute?! "Vor'en...?" Sia's auburn brows furrowed slightly. "Are we sparring or engaging in foreplay?"...

"Ow...if this didn't hurt so much I would chatise you on compromising me." Sia-Lan made a mental check to next time learn how to wrestle before hitting the mat with Vor'en again. Though at this moment all she could think about was being able to breath with the heavy weight on top of her plus...

Sia-Lan half-gasped as she found herself flying through the air and landing roughly on the mat. "Ugh?!" was all she could get out as the breath was knocked out of her, not to mention the knee digging in her back wasn't even remotely pleasant. Her mind focused on her muscles, trying to...

"Nicely done!" Sia-Lan praised with the wink of one azure eye. "Well, I have to say you don't like to talk when you fight, do you? Not even trash talking? Not even a little? I know you got some smack down in you somewhere." While she spoke, Sia steeled herself and then charged full tilt...

Sia-Lan lunges toward Vor'en, deciding that her long legs would serve her better than anything with her fists. She snakes her foot through his and attempts to trip him. "So where did you learn how to fight?" the Jedi began to speak in that ever cheerful tone even as she continues her tactics...

For a moment, Sia-Lan stands perfectly still, focusing her mind to the task at hand to still any flurry of her nerves, any excitement lingering in her thoughts, all gone to bring her concentration to its highest point. Her fingers steepled together she resembled a monk seeking enlightenment...

Sia-Lan started pulling off all her outer robes off her lithe athletic frame so she can fold them nicely in one corner. No need in giving Deel a heart attack at ruined clothing. Underneath was her usual loose white linen clothes, light and airy, comfortable for sparring. "You're not going to...