Blacktail Deer Plateau Washing what you know out to sea

dauntless accepts her words of it being noble as a compliment and humbles himself with a slight rise and fall of his shoulders in a it's no big deal manner. he didn't crave the adrenaline of the brawl and the only spar he'd looked forward to was his spar with sunny and that's just because his hormones are wacking out on him and he sees his cool(er), older brother as competition for the attentions of the ladies of morningside that are not related to him and he's eager to assert himself, to prove to sunny that he's not to be discounted and is far from out of the game just because he's younger. his ears perk forth, attentive, as she speaks of a brother and that he's in the mercenary trade for the same reason as dauntless himself.

dauntless understands, in a way, how the same old routine could become tedious after a while but it doesn't bother him personally. he's a bit of a homebody in truth and doesn't venture out too much unless it's on official business. a slightly devious smirk begins to tuck at the edges of dauntless's lips as she offers herself up as a sparring partner or someone to play chase with. he's still a little sore from his spar with sunny so after a moment of consideration says, "it's been a while since i played a game of chase."