Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

"Shield-maiden," Doe said musingly, the term gaining color as she mulled upon it. Warrior, she'd said, though the dove's accent made the words a bit hard for her to keep up with. Still, she had strung enough of them together to make enough sense of the whole, and so, only a few beats after the end of Laggy's explanation, Doe managed to catch up in understanding.

"Do you like to fight?" she asked after a moment, wondering if this shield-maiden was strong and quick like her Szymon. Could she teach Doe? Would she want to?

Doe stared intently at the other woman, ears twitching chaotically as she tried to string her story together into a picture of the past. Maybe if she got to know her better, it would be easier to see. "What do you like?"