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Even in this part of the year the classes were mostly held outside, only the worst of weather driving them into the gymnasium of one of the local schools. The elements were something to be trained against as much as each other, and would help the women she worked with to become stronger. But she wasn't a cruel taskmistress, producing a thermos and some small paper cups when the class was over and passing about a measure of the spiced apple drink that reminded her very much of something she'd had often in Asgard to each of the women. Slowly they gathered their things and said their goodbyes, promising to be there again in two days or making their excuses. Only when the last was gone did she start to pack up her own things.

By now Sif was used to gaining a watcher or two as she taught her self-defense classes in the park. She barely noticed that as she packed there was someone nearby, and when she did look up it was still a wary look, but not nearly as confrontational as it had been her first few weeks teaching. "Do you need assistance?"
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Apart from her work, Sif spends little time at the gym. Enough hours are spent there working with the women who seek her help to become fitter and stronger that she does not wish to tarry long when she is done. There are days that she gets trapped, and finds herself trudging through the paperwork that is as much a part of her job as the training. It is something that she tries to avoid, and as such, it builds up until she must spend hours on it. Most there know to not tease her about it, or that if they do she will turn her glare on them.

Paperwork, for a warrior. It brings to mind things Odin would say to Thor about his ruling not being so simple a thing. They were words she would repeat to her friend about responsibility and the simple, boring tasks they must complete.

To have it turned on her so is not in the least amusing.

Finally done, she finds the gym nearly abandoned. Only a few others here at this hour, most having gone home to families, or to dinner and other social engagements. Sif would have simply left had she not recognised one of the men, changing her course to the corner where he seems to be training.

"Late hours," she says with a tired smile. "Or do you prefer the quiet?"
forgedawarrior: (Proud)
From here

Elijah has no idea if he could outrun her--wolves can be as fast sometimes, as regular vampires, after all, but he watches her run, then follows, catching up to her easily.

Sif laughs when he catches her, spinning to grab his hand and tug him with her. She laces her fingers through his pulling him toward her again for another kiss with the door of the building just behind her. With her other hand she fumbles for her keys, cheered and laughing.

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