these violent delights have violent ends
Though Delah is small, she extends a hand towards the fallen warrior to help her stand. Wind magic accompanies the gesture to lend strength where her physical body cannot. Though the battle was fast and perhaps unfitting the final trial, a smile plays darkly on the warrior's lips, her moss-green eyes alight with mirth. "Rise, Kiada. The woods welcome you." She says, her voice like flint amidst the cheers around them.
"You have the heart of the guardian, which is the first step. But heart alone will not protect our woods from her various foes. Train well and perhaps I will see you in this arena again."
Looking up into the stands and seeing the faces of the family she has sworn her life to protect, for the first time for many of the grounders, they will see Delah laughing with joy.
"You have the heart of the guardian, which is the first step. But heart alone will not protect our woods from her various foes. Train well and perhaps I will see you in this arena again."
Looking up into the stands and seeing the faces of the family she has sworn her life to protect, for the first time for many of the grounders, they will see Delah laughing with joy.
