[Training] makes me that much stronger

WESSEX out of the night that covers me That familiar voice comes thundering towards her, making her clench her jaw and grit her teeth. She has to make a choice now, doesn’t she? Either allow him to join her training session or drive him off. Every fiber of her being wants to snarl and play rabid Ascended, slinking towards him with unnatural speed and a predatory glint in her eyes. She wants to fling him from the arena and show him that she wasn’t fucking around when she said she could be ruthless. But this place isn’t hers, and she knows Ronin (she’s not afraid of him, just doesn’t want him as an enemy) wouldn’t approve of her being that kind of aggressive on the premises. After a moment, she comes to the conclusion that dumb as he is, she must admit his strength and size may have its uses. So he can stay. Under the purple and indigo canopy of the fall sky, Wessex turns from her setting up and crosses her arms across her chest. Her face is set in an unamused expression, tone dry and sharp. “Did you think I had forgotten you, Are, son of Jorm?” Because she does not think  forgotten her. And now it is the cobbler’s turn to the decide: to stay or to go. Face the ruthless cold one, the scariest thing in the woods again or save his training for another day. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul