Same Old Song And Dance

N/A · 10-25-2015, 09:47 AM

The young woman was on a mission that day. The sun sat high in the autumn sky, and her bi-colored eyes shown with a certain brilliance as she marched towards the battlefield. She had heard tale of the place from a loner, of one who was kind enough to tell her that if she was searching for a battle that was the place to go. She'd breathe in, confidence radiating in her very core. While there was no shame in losing, one shouldn't lose the fight before they even began. Go in like a winner, come out like a winner regardless of how the spar ended up.

Bernadette would come to a stop upon the blood strained ground. The femme would look around her, her body shivering with excitement. Here. Now. This would be the place to train to get better. So that she might have a usefulness to give to Yfir. Head would tilt back, her song carrying into the wind. If anyone was interested in a spar then let them come. She'd take on anyone who showed interest.

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