come at me, bro

Caelia let out a faint sigh as she traversed over the vast field, unsure exactly where her paws were taking her. Her conversation with Artur, as well as her recent lesson with Aurielle had reminded her that she had much left to learn. Surely her mother, or even her mother, were far more advanced than she was at two years of age. Was Caelia letting down the family legacy by not spending more time training, and advancing her skills? Maybe. That thought was enough to push her to do more. She wouldn't - no, couldn't - be a disappointment. That wasn't what being an Adravendi was all about.

Would she even find a worthy opponent here? She let her head fall low to the ground, nostrils flaring as she took in the scents that littered this blood-stained plain. It wasn't a place she particularly enjoyed, but... she knew she'd find someone to practice spar with. After finding a suitable spot, mostly clear of debris and obstacles, she tipped her slender muzzle to the sky and let loose a call for someone to challenge her to a simple spar. At least practicing with someone who wasn't her brother might shake things up a bit, at least that was what she was hoping for.