She did remember Deimos’s offer for her to visit the Barracks. She’d done so once before and ended up training with the fiery Melita, and had rather enjoyed the fight. It was like an itch she could not scratch when she goes too long without fighting. When her family was whole, long ago, they’d spent so much of their free time training, fighting, enjoying each other’s company, that she still longs for something similar.
Life may be different now, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t come back to familiar comforts.
When she’d seen the notice, she’d decided it seemed like as good a time as any to return. It may be different than the fight with Melita, but still, clearly there would be people there looking to practice and learn. She was capable of both teaching and learning, and wouldn’t mind the group setting. It felt a bit more like her old life.
Deimos is there, an array of various weapons already set out for them. Oliver too, and she gives each a smile and a nod. As usual, Weaver’s scythe is on her back and her knives, including the one Deimos made for her, are around her waist. Though she is game to fight with any weapon. Maybe she ought to practice with a damn bow...that was one thing she was frightfully bad at. Weaver settles in, waiting for instruction.
Life may be different now, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t come back to familiar comforts.
When she’d seen the notice, she’d decided it seemed like as good a time as any to return. It may be different than the fight with Melita, but still, clearly there would be people there looking to practice and learn. She was capable of both teaching and learning, and wouldn’t mind the group setting. It felt a bit more like her old life.
Deimos is there, an array of various weapons already set out for them. Oliver too, and she gives each a smile and a nod. As usual, Weaver’s scythe is on her back and her knives, including the one Deimos made for her, are around her waist. Though she is game to fight with any weapon. Maybe she ought to practice with a damn bow...that was one thing she was frightfully bad at. Weaver settles in, waiting for instruction.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
