She went unnoticed at first, Lala deeply engaged in moving through the ritualized set of forms that indicated the beginning of her training session--her experience in the Hunter's compound with Oliatos and Nergui reminding her just how out of practice she truly was--and scarcely ready to take heed of a nosy jewelsmith.
By the third pass, though, her attention was undeniably drifting, and by the fourth she wheeled to snap: "There are better places," she said, "to run laps, if that is--"
--and then she stopped, and a flicker of familiar disgust gave way to a half an instant of anguish, and then the impassive, unreadable mask was replaced.
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