Clang! The sharp sound of steel on steel rang out across the courtyard. A young girl in bright maroon silk was struggling with a taller boy in black robes. Both were holding long swords, the boy's a rapier; the girl's a huge blade. His eyes narrowed in concentration, hers in fright, they looked similar, like siblings. Throwing his weight into the fight, the boy's sword sliced down, slicing through the gold braid on the edge of the girl's miniskirt. "Hey! Be more careful Meyrn!" The girl berated him. "Well you shouldn't have worn your good clothes Terra! You knew today was practice day!" Meyrn countered, his voice slightly muffled by the thick metal collar that emerged from his robes and covered his mouth. Snorting slightly, Terra stalked away, adjusting her light brown locks bound in a red ribbon. As she entered the mansion, Terra's foul mood dissolved, and she trotted up a few hallways and staircases to her bedroom. She changed her slashed skirt, leaving it on the bed for the servants to repair, and went back down to the kitchen for lunch. As she reached the kitchen, the motherly old servant busied with the day's lunch spotted her, and crowed "Ah! The young missus! What will you we likin' for lunch today?" Glaring at the woman, Terra answered, "Make me a sandwich. Roast pork. With cheese and sauce. Now!" Sighing under her breath, the old servant whistled, and a younger girl rushed up to her. Muttering too softly for Terra to hear, the old woman told the younger "Cater to our missus's every whim please. She wishes for a roast pork sandwich, with extras."