[Training] part of the moving whole

and i'm still waiting for a life that never was

Alys entered the barracks, Sascha trailing loosely behind, and immediately honed in on Deimos, who seemed to be preparing a series of targets for some drill or other. While she hadn't been searching for him in particular, she had come to train, and so she meandered over, her cub at her heels, to say hello.

"Hi, Deimos," she said, a friendly smile on her face as she greeted him. It had been a while since she'd trained with him, and she couldn't say that she missed losing every single time, but she also had to admit that it had made her better. So here she was, again, the ready pupil waiting to be molded into shape. "Can I join you?"

Alys