Whitefish River Against the Rising Tide

Sparring? How interesting, even if Hiero didn't like fighting all too much, he knew the importance of spars and making sure everyone was ready for the worst should luck turn on them. It'll be quicker with the two of us. He chirped, quickly grabbing a relatively good-sized log and began to tug and pull it back by a thick and sturdy branch.

He'd do anything if it meant spending any time with Ira if he was honest. Just to bask in her presence, get to know her a little more and maybe, once she was ready, get to know him. He was certain the woman knew very little about him, and he with her too - though not with the lack of trying. Once the log was out of the way, he cleared his tongue of bark with a few disgusted tongue flicks and turned his attention back onto the roan woman.

Do you have someone training with you soon?