Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

don't stress about it, praimfaya tries to encourage as his silence stretches during their short trip for a more suitable sparring place. no one's great at it at first and truthfully, even i make mistakes. she tries to lighten up, worrying that she's being too serious, that she's the cause of his prolonged silence. frostbound gaze studies his stance, endeared to the fact that he's trying but unsure how to tell him that he's putting too much thought into it and trying too hard. unlike her mother, praimfaya doesn't quite have the heart to be blunt and correcting ...and maybe, she worries, that will not make her an efficient teacher.

stag swipes at her with his forepaw and she twists, lurching her scarred shoulder forward with the hopes of using his momentum against him to counter the attack. try again, she encourages with a smile. loosen up a bit and if it helps, don't be afraid of hurting me. i promise i can take it. she was made of tougher stuff than that and she knew well enough that wounds would heal. it was a hazard of the mercenary line of trade.