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Valkyrie wiped the sweat out of her eyes and for not the first time since arriving on the island, lamented the loss of her magic. She didn't realize how many tiny ways she had used it every day, for things even as simple as keeping a cool breeze on her so she didn't get all sweaty. In a place as humid as the island, that skill would have been very helpful.

It was a minor thing to be annoyed about, but it helped take her focus off of the way her arms and shoulders were burning. The practice sword that Edmund had made for her wasn't terribly heavy, but she had been drilling with it all morning. She hadn't learned much yet, but Valkyrie was a dedicated student and wanted to learn everything to perfection.

Leaning the sword against a tree, she got a drink of water from her canteen and massaged one of her shoulders. She was mildly pleased with how hard the muscle there felt and wondered if maybe she should go hunt down Percy later since she felt like she was looking especially good in her sleeveless tank top and yoga pants.

Nodding to herself, she picked up the practice sword again. She would practice for another hour, then go see if Percy wanted to get lunch.

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"Nonono, it's not tomorrow," I said quickly. For a second, there, I thought it was, and I felt a jolt of worry that we hadn't chosen our groomsmen outfits yet. "It's December 1st. They're going to do it at the Compound, I think, and have a party afterward. That should give you some time, right?"

"Plenty of time," she said, smiling at him. She tried not to get too excited about the idea of it. It wasn't a huge deal, really, but the fact that he had picked her to ask was especially nice.

"So are you going to be wearing a tuxedo and everything?"

"We'll have to see what the clothes box offers us," I said. "I am expecting to dress up a bit. Maybe a tux. Hopefully one that fits and looks good."