Whitefish River with the strength of the returning tide

the other was not one for talking, and Heloise did not mind. she was usually one to be quiet and speak only the necessary subjects. it was refreshing to be able to carry the conversation by herself. a sort of change of pace. the experience was the spice of life, after all. "I am a fighter" she would reply easily enough. her muscles flexed beneath her coat, anticipating the answer the other woman would give. she had come here, approached the woman, for a spar. but politeness reigned her in. she had enjoyed their conversation too much to be rude and ask for a fight. "why?" she was not rude further, merely a question posed to the other's query.