Redsand Canyon ulciscor

This pack was definitely more than she expected, but Tierra fell in line with (not quite) minimal complaining. She hated early mornings and was silently surly when she was pulled out of sleep before she was ready to be up, but since that only made her more apt to want to shove anyone around's nose in how cool she was, it conversely made her work harder towards fitting in. And after a while a routine, grudgingly, started happening.

She still wasn't thrilled. Today she was supposed to spar with Germanicus which was... fine. Though of everyone she was going to spar with, her uncle (was he really, though?) was probably last on the list. Not only was he definitely not going to go easy on her, but he was also old, serious, and spoken for. And not in the cute "affectionate uncle" or "jolly mentor" kind of way.

Tierra yawned broadly, then froze when she saw Germanicus. Shit. Maybe she could like, feign being sick or something. She'd been slacking on the sparring practice and it was bound to show in her fight with him. She didn't feel like getting trounced today, not like she used to with Sphyra.

Or maybe he'd forgotten? She decided to bank on the latter, continuing like she hadn't spotted him, walking like she had a mission anywhere but here.