Swiftcurrent Creek I am as constant as the northern star [IC Joining]

"Father was doing fine. Stubborn old brute, as always, training those youngsters to be warriors." Kas laughed softly, remembering how their father had taught them himself, even demanding training after the official daily hour was over. Kas hadn't minded the extra work: it meant she could hone her skills and beat all the boys during their spars.

Kas looked toward Scimitar, glad that he had voiced what she as thinking. "Please say you'll stay," she turned back toward Estoc with a grin. "It'll be so much fun with you here. We can start up a sparring school, like Father had." It was a thought that just occurred to her, but it sounded good. Maybe Scimitar would let them train the others in combat, though she hoped they never truly needed it.