Swordplay

>The clash of steel rings through the castle halls as guards run to keep out of the way.
>An unusual sound of joyous laughter fills the spaces between sword strikes.
>"I see you've been practicing, Anon. You're getting quite good!", Celestia says. "But not good enough!"
>With a dodging glance she swings leaving a shallow cut across his shoulder.
>"Ah! Bitch! I'll have you for that, Sea Biscuit!", Anon laughs.
>Celestia joins in the laughter, "Sea Biscuit? Are we playing pirates now? Is that supposed to be my pirate name?"
>Anon seems hardly able to retain his composure enough to continue to fend off her attack as they move out into the courtyard.
>You watch the two of them from a high window as they enjoy their swordplay.
>The picture of utter insanity, those two.
>But perhaps that's what love is.
>You're glad to see your sister so happy with her new found love.
>But you can't help but feel a little jealous.
>If only you could find your own Anon.

-Bonermancer
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