Swiftcurrent Creek crack baby, you don't know what you want

AW, but hoping to work on the mercenary trade! <3

Swiftcurrent Creek had little in the way of a designated training ground. Among the swaths of tallgrass and cedarwood of the densites, however, lies the thick forest of spruce just adjacent to the creek itself.
And that, today, is where Wren wanders. Or rather where she had spotted a low-hanging branch, and where she is now trying to fight said branch.

Warriorship was a possibility stolen from her from the moment of her birth. She was a woman; women were not soldiers. They are soft and curved and emotional in the sharp eyes of her father. Their place on this earth only to produce more soldiers, more heirs to the clan's great dynasty.
But she had observed. Oh, she had watched from afar as the men trained, sparred amongst themselves, and with her childish wonder she willed herself into their shoes.

With her coming-of-age and filled-out muscles, the desperate desire to hone in on her instincts and her birthright calling grow and fester. And so here she is now, bending her knees before she lunges yet again for the branch, and yet again missing it by just a graze. Goddammit!
Apparently, she sucks at everything lately.