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The weather on Tython was getting hotter. It wasn't unbearable, but it did make the many layers Della's clothes she wore from Sacul hard to tolerate. She took off the outer poncho and folded it nearby. She was still wearing two layers of tops, though she didn't quite feel hot enough to remove one of them yet. There was the Poncho, the overshirt, and the undershirt. It was more comfortable when one had to bear the dusty winds back on Sacul.
Tython was pleasant enough, but it seemed that the hotter months were now coming. More student, including Della, spent their time outside to study or to practice sparring. Della enjoyed studying, but the fighting part seemed difficult. She never even had a fist fight with another person.
Yet, Della had received an invitation from Lain and Fyston to learn how to spar. Della wasn't sure what they had hoped for. Della never picked up a stick and she never even struck an animal to get it to move faster. She felt too timid to be capable of such things.
She waited on her favorite grassy spot. She ran on this spot quite often and would practice hiding in the nearby wood.
Tython was pleasant enough, but it seemed that the hotter months were now coming. More student, including Della, spent their time outside to study or to practice sparring. Della enjoyed studying, but the fighting part seemed difficult. She never even had a fist fight with another person.
Yet, Della had received an invitation from Lain and Fyston to learn how to spar. Della wasn't sure what they had hoped for. Della never picked up a stick and she never even struck an animal to get it to move faster. She felt too timid to be capable of such things.
She waited on her favorite grassy spot. She ran on this spot quite often and would practice hiding in the nearby wood.