Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Thuringwethil brushes off the comment. Interesting isn’t a word she would use, but she’d grown up with no other alternative. She supposed she could have ran from her destiny, but she never did and when she survived where she thought she’d surely die, she’d come out on top. Somehow. And even now, she isn’t sure she’s really all that successful. She glances away, looking through the grass the blocks some of her vision. 

“Anyone can be a warrior,” she comments and thumps her tail on the ground, turning her head on the ground to look at the smaller girl. Unsure of how she’d failed, she doesn’t bring it up, but she keeps it in the back of her mind. Gyda is a small woman but a warrior she’d hesitate to mess with if she could help it and plenty of her own were small. Thuringwethil shifts, eventually falling into the air of silence for a little while until eventually she knew she had to get back and their ways were separate once more.