Stone Circle There are no gentle ladies here

With only one eye left following the attack, and the other semi-shut due to injury, Cygnet's vision remained compromised more than 50%. Still- more vivid than anything was the image of Sven, now that he danced in her dreams, delivering blow after blow in the fight as she relieved the spar, softening and bowing his head to her as a gentleman might once the fight was over. When she rested, he rested alongside her in the darkness where her eyeless socket could not see; there, in the darkness, he was always with her. 

She was comforted throughout her sorrow by the mere thought of him- and decided that the time had come for her to seek him out again. 

But it was not Sven who she saw first when she approached the borders, but a lone, silver female. Cygnet squinted, turning her head to the side so she could inspect the woman. She couldn't recall seeing her among the others at the hunt; if she had been there, perhaps she had kept to herself. 

Being the socially inept creature that she was, she offered little more than a grunt and a brisk nod of her head in greeting. Came to see Sven. She stated, and licked her lips expectantly.