Getting in touch with Wessex, the Wraith, had been easier than Arialla expected. At home she never would have thought to reach out to a demigod, but in Caido it seemed to be no big deal. All she'd had to do was send a quick note asking if she could train with Wessex -- a few Grounders had recommended that as the first step in her attempts to grow stronger, more capable of effecting change in Caido, whatever end she decided to put that strength towards. A couple notes later and they'd set up this meeting, one which Arialla regarded with a certain apprehension. She knew Wessex was Ascended, one of their leaders, and normally that would have kept her far away, but when she'd thought about it -- if Arialla had to fight Ascended in the future, it might not hurt to have learned a few tricks from one of their own.
Waiting for Wessex to arrive at the appointed spot, she'd picked up a palm frond and was messing with it, half-pretending it was a sword, as if she were a child again. Of course, she had no idea what she was doing. Combat had never been part of Arialla's life before, and she didn't love the idea that it might become part of it now, but she wanted to be able to defend herself and act for herself without relying on others. And, in a world with LongNight monsters and gods knew what else, that meant knowing to fight.
please don't take my sunshine away
