gods know i am fighting still

with her shoulder healed nicely thanks to the kindness of a stranger, Heloise was itching to try her luck again. she had made sure to recover from her bout with the cougar and her first spar here with the older woman named Shaye. she wasn't ready to admit defeat; she needed to practice more if she was to stand toe-to-toe with the others in this land. they were all so skilled. she felt intimidated by that fact. but she had learned a few things since arriving. that was something.

Heloise lifted her head and called out for anyone nearby. her desire was to spar with someone. no maims - she had enough scars - and certainly no death. the ivory woman hadn't offended anyone since she arrived. at least, she hoped so. Winterfell was her home now too, and she would defend it from the foes it may have. but first, she needed to get better. she needed to prove to herself she could catch up, learn more, and do better than what she already had.

that was the true making of a warrior.