Hideaway Strath gypsy girl, where have you been

The Overseer stopped a good thirty or so yards from their original location, a small but decent clearing among the trees. She turned to face her students, an approving smile winning over her muzzle as she saw Whrist already in position, and a kind, also approving smile as Aerin awaited further mentoring. 

"As I said, we all have different advantages. You must find yours. Sometimes this isn't easy to do, but, by knowing your strengths, be it speed, wits, even brute force...you may come to find that your opponent's weaknesses in combat are your own, or maybe they are different. Maybe they have a mix of both. Each opponent is different, and as warriors we must be able to judge them as best we can." 
Nyra spoke, audible and clear, as a true queen might. 
Her gaze met Aerin and Whrist's as she continued, tail swaying gently, and pride swelling in her chest. 
"For example, look at me. What weaknesses do you two anticipate I may have in a fight?" The Overseer offered the question, her gaze expectant but not pressuring for the two to offer their insight. Nyra would offer the same for them both once they finished.