Whitefish River A Life Never Lives in Peace

Ira's praise earned a grin from the girl, feeling warm pride at the surprise writ across her features. she steps into the ring after Ira, eager, having never sparred in such a formal setting before and allowing her gaze to flit over the boundaries of the loose circle. "a few times. nontu's sparred with me more, now that we're here. I used to spar with my brother, too." she wonders, bitterly, if she'll ever be able to do so again.