[Training] train with purpose

There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon

The meeting place, while inconspicuous, gave Sohalia the creeps. The ground was dry and brittle, littered with skeletons that glistened in the sunlight. It was hot even in the midst of Deepfrost, thought admittedly not as hot as it might have been in other seasons. Sohalia had shed her coat as she traipsed across the cracked dirt, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and pants suitable for a training session - which was, ostensibly, why she was here.

Never mind the Super Secret Plans she had to share with Zavien. At least out here, they'd be able to see trouble coming from miles away. It made it the ideal place to discuss sensitive topics.

Sohalia waved as she saw Zavien in the distance, offering a friendly smile as she drew closer. Tarak soared overhead, unbothered by whatever was about to transpire below. He'd keep watch for them as they spoke, and then most likely let his bonded get her ass kicked. It kept her humble, you see.

"Hey," she replied as she came to a stop, leaning casually on the glaive she carried. "It's good to see you. I hope you're well?"

Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you

Sohalia