Redsand Canyon cast the stones that I'll gladly catch

It felt strange to be in a familiar role. Patrolling, helping, making the rounds. Phox felt out of practice, but he still knew the motions to go through. It was really outside his forte, but what was he to do? Phox had been inducted as a soldier, so he did what was expected of him.

When a figure caught his eye, Phox remember what other things were expected of him. The ability to fight. And doing so meant that he was to spar with those within Mereo. That had always been Towhee’s deal, but he’d had his battles over the years.

Hey, he said, I’m Phox. Care to do a… spar… thing?

Maybe he wasn’t so good at this.