Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

Aerin grinned joyfully when Nyra agreed wholeheartedly, tail wagging with new intensity. "Thank ye, truly," she murmured gratefully, elated to have found someone to teach her -- or help her get started with her Mercenary trade at the very least. She was sure Nyra was very busy with pack concerns, especially now that she had been promoted, and may not always be available to teach the healer.

She schooled her features into an observant expression, ears rising as she listened carefully to her newfound mentor's words -- trying very hard to commit them to memory. When the Battle Phoenix shifted aside to demonstrate her own stance, Aerin's moonstones trailed to her legs before she glanced around at her own hind limbs with a rumpled brow of concentration. 

"Like this?" the gypsy inquired after a moment as she turned back to face Nyra, lowering herself into a defensive crouch -- a familiar position for the submissive halfling though it felt foreign due to the new intentions behind such a movement. Her stormcloud gaze moved back to Nyra, waiting for her confirmation (or denial).