[Training] part of the moving whole

and i'm still waiting for a life that never was

Regardless of the level of difficulty, Alys could only be grateful to Deimos. He had taken her under his wing when she had nowhere to go and no one to turn to, and he had continued to aid and train her in the seasons since. Each lesson with him was an improvement upon the last, full to the brim of learning opportunity. She was stronger since she'd begun training with him, both physically and magically, and she had greater stamina than she could ever remember having had before. So, too, had her mind shifted and grown, expanding her capabilities far beyond that of a young woman from the Grounds.

So, yes - she would take the lessons and remember them well, if only because it was Deimos that offered them. As the second target meandered around, Alys placed her aim squarely at its head and loosed her dagger. The knife stabbed into the effigy's temple, and she set back on her heels with a pleased expression on her face. Though she hoped she'd never have to use these skills in actual combat, at least she knew that she could hold her own, if she was ever put to the test.

Alys