Sage grunted and waved when she passed away and sighed, looking at the pile of papers she'd left stacked neatly on the desk. Well, he supposed he should start planning something out....no reason not to. Besides, Luther knew where his room was so if he really wanted to find him he'd know where to look. And maybe they could go do something other than sit around after they worked on this for a bit. He paced as he thought, occasionally writing ideas down as he went. It really was just chicken scratch, and his spelling was only so good, but he knew what he meant so whatever.

Anya kind of jog/walked down the halls, a gentle skip in her every step. She had been pretty content with her morning, so she had no issue leaving for a while. Well, she had to get ready properly anyway... she was wearing the same dress as the day before, and while she had tried to fix her hair a little, it was still a complete mess. It had dried by now, but her slight waves had turned into, well, frizz. She slipped into her room, which had been all made up like it usually had... hell, someone knew that she wasn't where she was meant to be, and for what ever reason they were still being quiet about it. Which was a good thing, she supposed, but she didn't have a clue who it was.

Sage continued to pace around and write out some ideas here and there, though it would be difficult to do just one training plan with as diverse as the guards were. Some had much more endurance than others, but weren't as strong. And some had no motivation while others were, to put it quite frankly, too motivated and over the top with their training. He huffed out an annoyed breath and was pacing furiously now, scratching the pencil into the paper hard enough to break one almost right away. He sighed and set it down, deciding that he should probably stop for a bit and do something else. Maybe he should go find Luther.

Anya wandered around her room, grabbing some food and then picking up another dress to swap into, something slightly warmer. She could already hear the guards brawling with each other... well, it wasn't exactly early, so she shouldn't have been surprised. Luther was probably down there too... well, he should be. She knew he wasn't a fan of the whole training with the guard thing, mainly because he was technically a knight, but he was down there most of the time anyways. She suspected Sage would go down there to find him... Luther would probably have some ideas as to what to do with the whole training thing.

Once sage got fed up with writing stuff out, or trying to anyway, he decided to go wander around until he found Luther. He was most likely in the kitchen or outside watching the guards, so sage decided to go raid the kitchen and wander around to find him. He crept in and out of the kitchen without anyone noticing him, though they'd notice the food was gone. But they could deal with it. He wandered about looking for Luther as he ate.

Just as Anya had assumed, Luther was messing around with the guards. He was meant to be training, but he was really just using this time to mockingly imitate them... to be horrible, really. But he needed to do something to entertain himself, and this worked, so why the hell not? He had said he'd help out with Sage's little scheduling project, but if he needed him, then he could come and find him.

(Kinda short, I'm on the run today)

(Lol all good)

Sage found Luther pretty quickly...the guy was flailing about in the snow. He came up by the guy and grinned. "Are you just being annoying or are you actually this horrible at fighting," he asked him, a teasing tone in his voice as he watched Luther, pretty entertained by the guys antics. He sat down on the bench by the two of them and popped another snack from the bag he had in his hands and shrugged when it was pretty good.

Luther grinned at his little joke, pulling himself up from the snow and running over, plopping himself down next to him. It was a little childish, the way he practically threw himself on there, but the downside of it was that he wasn't a child... and when he jumped on the bench it made a few crackling sounds like it was going to snap. Luther wrinkled his nose slightly before leaning back again, not really bothered about whether he broke it or not. "No, I'm just awful." he cracked in response to his teasing, gently patting him on the back... though, it didn't come off quite so gently. "Where've you been? I'm gathering that you might not be a very good sleeper." he shrugged slightly before looking back towards the training guards.

Sage made a face once Luther mentioned sleeping. Technically, it was true, though Anya had something to do with it. "I'm a horrible sleeper," he agreed. "Never exactly could sleep peacefully and it seems odd that I can now, at least for while I'm here." He shrugged and then grinned over at Luther. "You're telling me the guy who's gonna be king can't fight? Aren't you supposed to be a knight," he teased the boy lightly. He thought for a moment and then pointed at Luther. "How about this....you offered to help with whatever training plan I come up with, so how about I get you to the state where you won't die the second you get into the battlefield, hm?"

Luther wrinkled his nose slightly. He was only joking... but if he was being honest, he could definitely use the practice. He wasn't a bad fighter persay, he could look after himself, but he wasn't amazing. How could you be when you were taught much like this? It would be good... from what he had heard, Sage was good at this whole fighting thing, so why not? If it helped then that was good, but if not then it wasn't an issue. "Sure, why not. I could use the practice." He shrugged giving him a light smile. He wondered briefly if Anya would come out at any point... he enjoyed it when she watched, mainly because of her lighthearted heckling... it normally made it more fun.