Herbalists' Cache in the running and slowing of time

blood and realization, blood and her mind opening to what had happened. sun eater credited other shore again, that through her blanch she realized she still must act, that the sight of red could not freeze her where she stood.

in her eyes stood an expression for which he had no name. it brushed at his pride, straightened it. he enjoyed the look, though he knew he had worn one much the same the first time he had come to this moment in a spar.

a step to back, chin lifting to signify an end or a pause to their training. "good?" sun eater asked, chest heaving with exertion.

fade? or continue lol :3

The caribou man watched - again he saw something in her that she herself could not find if she were to plunge into the depths of her own mind. Perhaps a past he hid, perhaps a future she was yet to reach.

She steered her mind back to the moment. Still, blood trickled from some wound; still, pain cut into her flesh with a sharpness she had not known for too long; still, exhaustion dragged her muscles to the ground. But spite kept her standing, as did a strange pride.

Good, she responded, chest still heaving as her breath steadied. Then, with a sincerity she rarely showed so openly, she quietly added, Thank you.