Dragoncrest Cliffs mortality

Her brow arched, but she gave him little more than a fleeting side-eye. In her experience, men did not make warriors. Men fled in the face of danger. Perhaps he sought the title without knowing what a real battle was.

The scars on his face indicated otherwise, though. It looked as though he was still healing. Whatever fight it was he’s gotten into, it had likely been recent. 

”You can per’aps learn to fight from my Maman. Women make for excellent warriors.” She said, her voice tinged with pride.

He asked about her home and she sighed. She noticed that he’d slowed their pace slightly, but she didn’t appreciate it. She pushed forward, her gait becoming bouncy again. ”Two lifetimes,” She answered, though the response, she realized, was somewhat vague. ”My gran’mot’ers founded Sapphique, though it went by a different name years ago. My Mot’er an’ Auntie be de leaders now.” She intended for this to come across as a flex of her own potential.