[Training] [se] now what's in store

Being back in Halo was as strange as it was comforting. The cold settles in her lungs and bones, making everything somehow sharper, brighter and she wonders briefly if she'd been alive the whole time she was gone from here. She's not entirely sure where she's going, but her boots crunch through the snow, carrying her forward as she wanders the streets of her home. There had been thoughts and inclinations about going out to hunt, wanting to restore their supplies that were sorely lacking in preparation for Deepfrost, knowing how difficult it was to find game once that cold set in. Yet she hadn't brought herself to wander outside of the Citadel. Perhaps fearing she'd be unable to make it back in if she did. It's only the sound of training coming from the barracks that pulls her attention and she follows it easily, spotting those training with the bows and having to bite her own tongue to keep from correcting them, but they're saved from any scrutiny as she spots Deimos. Her head cocks to the side as he throws the spear, striking the target deep in the shoulder, calculating the movement. "Your grip is a little too far down and you need to bring your front foot up." The Attuned offers as she approaches the target, yanking the spear point out and bringing it back to him with a grin. "Noah showed me." Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run