Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

Training was a foreign concept to her, at least when it came to battle preparation. Learning under her mother, she’d found the names of plants and their uses to come easy to her, but suspected that anything beyond that would not be a skill so easily acquired. But, at the same time, Airi had learned (this she assumed, having never actually seen her sister fight). And if her sister could learn, then she could, too; Kaori didn’t think herself to be greater than any member of her family, however far from Draco’s graces they might have fallen, but she did view them as all being equal. So, if one could learn to stand up for their self and take charge, then, as far as she was concerned, there was nothing stopping her from doing the exact same thing.

But in order to learn, she would have to join his pack. She would have to insert herself into yet another home that she doubted would fill the void in her soul—but perhaps it would be worth it this time around if she had another teacher to follow. It seemed like the perfect scenario, which made her skeptical. “Why would you train me?” she asked. “What do you get out of it?” Everything was about balance with her. If someone did something, then someone else would do another thing for them in return. The constant exchange kept the world at peace and the dragons at bay, saving them all from being engulfed in flames.