Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

Simmik gave a shrug of her snowy shoulders. I come from a long line of warriors, she told him. But I still have a lot of work to do. She might have made it hard for him to win, but she still lost. She appreciated his compliment, obviously, but she wanted to be the best. 

She hardly ever thought about her age, strangely enough. She hadn't felt like a child in a long time, even when she still was considered one. Her lips twisted in thought. A year plus a couple months, she answered. She hadn't even remembered to acknowledge her own birthday now that she thought about it. She really didn't care that much. Besides, she was far more interested in how long he had been training. She recognized an opportunity. Would you be willing to teach me some things? she asked. Aiolos had already given her a good foundation, and she had been practicing a lot; more training would definitely give her more of an edge, and it would give her a reason to come back and learn more about him without looking too obvious. She did want to keep tabs on his pack since hers was close, but she also found him intriguing. Her gaze intently searched his face as she waited for his answer. She wasn't sure what he would say; they barely knew each other and he had no real obligation to teach her anything.