[Training] The end is what you fear

Maea

Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in

The Ancient shook her head with a faint smile, scattering raindrops from the smooth surface of her horns. "If it does, I don't know it," she admitted. "I believe it's a family name though; my great aunt was called Mae." It wasn't something she had thought about in a very long time. Oddly, it felt good; not laced with the usual sadness, just a soft warmth of remembrance.

Setting thoughts aside for now, she considered the question and inclined her head again. "Some, yes. A bit of boxing and I've learned a few kicks... It has been a while for me too, sounds like we might be fairly even."
Casting around for a flatter patch of ground, Maea moved over a bit and indicated for Lyra to join her. In fluid motions she sank into a ready stance, knees lightly bent and hands held up nin front of her - only marginally hindered by the weight of her sodden dress dragging about her legs. A long, pale-skinned tail coiled behind her heels in lazy anticipation; if not for the glint in her eyes she might have looked utterly relaxed.
"Ready when you are."

The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air