Sohalia was not a particularly strong person, in terms of pure physicality. She had no hidden talents in the art of fighting or subterfuge; she was very much a "what you see is what you get" kind of a woman. But after her close call with the Ceffyl Dwr, she'd resigned herself to the fact that she needed to develop, at the very least, some basic self-defense skills. As an explorer and budding cartographer, she was bound to run into danger again sooner or later, and it wouldn't hurt to be prepared if and when that happened.
So she'd enlisted the help of a dear friend to start to help her get into shape before she could learn some basic self-defense. Now she and Tal stood at the bottom of a steep climb outside of Stormbreak, and Sohalia stared up toward the city with trepidation. She was nervous; she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Tal! To make matters worse, she was clothed for a workout: in pants and a loose shirt, rather than her usual dress or skirt. Altogether, it made her feel very unprepared for whatever Tal had planned.
She turned to her friend, hoping he wouldn't notice her nerves. "Thanks for doing this," she told him with a smile. "But... what exactly is 'this'?"
So she'd enlisted the help of a dear friend to start to help her get into shape before she could learn some basic self-defense. Now she and Tal stood at the bottom of a steep climb outside of Stormbreak, and Sohalia stared up toward the city with trepidation. She was nervous; she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Tal! To make matters worse, she was clothed for a workout: in pants and a loose shirt, rather than her usual dress or skirt. Altogether, it made her feel very unprepared for whatever Tal had planned.
She turned to her friend, hoping he wouldn't notice her nerves. "Thanks for doing this," she told him with a smile. "But... what exactly is 'this'?"
Sohalia
