Well, the woman certainly knew how to make a dragon croon. Dramyrth promptly landed upon his bondmate's shoulder, leaning over towards the other woman as Amaris reached out to return the handshake. The dragon was curious, perplexed and desperately wanting Raza to compliment him more. "A place called Stormbreak." Amaris supplied as she stepped in behind the woman, staying light on the details.
Within moments she had surveyed the place, and considered Raza's question with a smirk tugging on her lips. There was much in this world that stirred anxieties in the girl, but physical training and exercise was not one of them. That stirred nothing bit excitement.
"I'm familiar with hand-to-hand combat," in truth, she was familiar with many kind of combat, though it was best to keep that fact to herself. "Though I've never used gloves like that before." A set of old punching mitts caught her attention, as Dramyrth took flight to perch on rafters above, exploring the place on his own terms. "Do people really wear these? Are they afraid of actually hitting one another?"
Within moments she had surveyed the place, and considered Raza's question with a smirk tugging on her lips. There was much in this world that stirred anxieties in the girl, but physical training and exercise was not one of them. That stirred nothing bit excitement.
"I'm familiar with hand-to-hand combat," in truth, she was familiar with many kind of combat, though it was best to keep that fact to herself. "Though I've never used gloves like that before." A set of old punching mitts caught her attention, as Dramyrth took flight to perch on rafters above, exploring the place on his own terms. "Do people really wear these? Are they afraid of actually hitting one another?"
