gladly feast on all those who would dare to try and subdue us
Normally, the lass would be found in the Nest for her training. Certainly it's rarer to find her outside of its stone walls. Training is Anju's lifeblood, honing her various skills a daily necessity for the sharp-minded woman instead of a planned drudgery. However even young as she considers herself to be, Anju is experienced enough to know that no amount of sparring and attacking dummies can prepare someone for real scenarios. As such, today has found her and her sister-soul on the Road.
The fog is thick and oppressive, the spring sunlight no match for the haze that conceals so much of the ground. Anju moves across the road slowly, Riya circling low and close, embers sparking off her teeth as her molten eyes watch Anju's feet. The first skill is detection and stealth. Avoiding the mines before triggering them is the intention of course, training her eyes for any minor anomalies and traps in the road, but if one is set off -
A rumble is the only warning, trembling through the intentionally thin leathers of her slippered shoes to vibrate against her soles. Anju springs backwards, careful to only backtrack to safely navigated territory as the hand bursts through the topmost level, grasping and reaching for a limb to terrorize. There is no calling of Riya's name, no command or pull on their bond. The two have grown together since close to birth, and the dragon swoops down with flames bright in her maw, melting the mine down to nothing before it can retreat in one blast of her power. Anju grins, using the scorchmark as a marker as she continues forward, Riya moving back to her predatory circling. Their passage is well-marked by the random lighting up of flames in the fog and the rumble of mines, accelerating in frequency as Anju's confidence grows.
The fog is thick and oppressive, the spring sunlight no match for the haze that conceals so much of the ground. Anju moves across the road slowly, Riya circling low and close, embers sparking off her teeth as her molten eyes watch Anju's feet. The first skill is detection and stealth. Avoiding the mines before triggering them is the intention of course, training her eyes for any minor anomalies and traps in the road, but if one is set off -
A rumble is the only warning, trembling through the intentionally thin leathers of her slippered shoes to vibrate against her soles. Anju springs backwards, careful to only backtrack to safely navigated territory as the hand bursts through the topmost level, grasping and reaching for a limb to terrorize. There is no calling of Riya's name, no command or pull on their bond. The two have grown together since close to birth, and the dragon swoops down with flames bright in her maw, melting the mine down to nothing before it can retreat in one blast of her power. Anju grins, using the scorchmark as a marker as she continues forward, Riya moving back to her predatory circling. Their passage is well-marked by the random lighting up of flames in the fog and the rumble of mines, accelerating in frequency as Anju's confidence grows.
