Redsand Canyon Voithó

The more she learned, the more Aquene believed that she could balance both. The ways of the soldier and the ways of the healer opposed each other, but existed in perfect balance and in harmony. She could be fierce on the battlefield while maintaining the calming nature she carried as a healer outside of a fight. She offered him a relieved smile when he assured her that everything was well. She had worried for a moment that he was ill, or that perhaps something had happened to his lovely wife who Aquene found herself quite fond of and considered a friend.
 
A spar? She grinned at that, an eager nod. “Yes please.” She was prepared to do whatever she could in order to improve. She’d been complimented on her speed and quick thinking in a fight, but going up against a man like Arsenio… well, that ought to be a challenge, yes? “I would love to.” She let that fierce determination and devious glint spark in her eye, shifting from the nature he knew of her by now to the nature she had so quickly captivated in her training, something fierce and determined to win.