Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

oh, praimfaya responds, embarrassed of her question, to his admittance, contemplating his words. she always ran with the general assumption that everyone knew how to fight. she feels bad that she assumed that he did when it is clear to her that assuming it was largely unfair of her. that's ok! she speaks quickly, hoping to reassure. we all have to start somewhere. meant as a token of wisdom and assurance. whether it succeeds in its mission or not was another story all together.

they'd led very different lives and for a moment, praimfaya is almost jealous of him ...but it vanishes as quickly as it rises. she couldn't imagine being anything other than she was. even if that made her barbaric.

well now you do have someone to spar with, she counters with a smile shot in his direction as they come upon a fairly even clearing with relatively flat grass. this looks like a good spot. she declares inspecting it in a quick circle before turning to face stag once more. we'll start with the basics. think of it like play fighting with your siblings ...or me. remember when we play fought as cubs? her tail wags behind her invitingly and she dips into a play bow. just ...trust your instincts. your move.