DON'T YOU WORRY

Training was necessary, especially now that war stared them in the face. Argent held no personal misgivings towards the Valhallans just yet, but she would fight for her King, as she would fight for him until she could no longer breathe. Her only issue was making sure that the Valhallans did not swarm him at the battle; a challenge won was a challenge won, after all. It would not be fair to swarm the victor simply because the defender had been too weak to win, would it? All of this was too much for a pregnant woman to worry over; she would soon become too far along to fight, but for now at least it was near impossible for an untrained eye to determine her state.
Argent was nervous somewhat, in need of assurance that those who would come to the battle field would be ready for it, herself included. Someone came to mind, a certain someone whom she remembered as one of the only men in Glaciem. She let out a howl, calling Taurig to her, even though it was rather late at night. Their first meeting had been during bout of insomnia, and their second as to be in much the same conditions. Argent hoped she hadn?t disturbed him, but part of her was beyond caring. The enemy could be lurking now, after all. Any second would be the start of a war, and she wanted the warriors of Glaciem to live on their toes.