Luneshale Pass Only angels fall

Safiya was raised a soldier. Trained a soldier. Wounded a soldier. And stood here a soldier. A tilt of her head. She was what she had always been. Just larger. Though she doubted she'd grow any larger now. And she was not big by any stretch of the means for a Mazoi/Soldier.

Safiya was taught well. Even if he was no longer here. And he was not the kindnes man to others. Her father.

A shift in his movements and his demeaner and a softly uttered command. So she followed. Curious. Wary. Excited. What would await them. Did he have something to teach? Safiya always enjoyed learning new things.