Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

right! she piques with a sage nod of her head, giving a soft trill of a laugh, though not — she certainly hopes at least! — in a way that was mocking or making fun. it makes sense to her even if he laughs nervously at his own words. stag suggests the present and praimfaya confirms with another firm nod. ok, she agrees, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out where to start their lesson. she gives pause only to survey the shadowy slope and valley beneath them; habitual. the drop still make her nervous, makes her stomach swoop out from beneath her. she tells herself she will have to master that fear at some point.

let's move away from the borders, she suggests with a gesture of her muzzle. surely there's a good place to conduct our lessons nearby. someplace without a treacherous fall, preferably. while we look for a place you can tell me what you know already or what you think needs work. like blocking, countering, attacking ...and we'll go from there.