Hushed Willows maybe it's all your fault

Fionn knew he ought to practice. He had trained as a soldier for a few months now, but after their collective removal from the court, "training" had become taking a couple poppy seeds and dreaming of fighting dragons. He could feel he was getting out of shape, and while he didn't mind sparring at all, he just didn't exactly like his options. There was Orlaith- who he didn't really know, and wasn't truly acquainted with- and there was Aoibh, who he disliked, but ultimately bowed to since she was a woman. He did not care greatly for either of them, but he'd rather take the one he knew well- the one who had already dragged his dignity across the ground many a time. Fionn released a call for @Aoibh ,  a summons to a friendly spar- hoping she might accept it, if only for the chance to beat him up.