Let's Tango!

Soon Winterfell was due to begin raiding. Kirsi had no doubt her participation would be assumed, not that she'd want to get out of it. It'd been a long while since she's properly sparred, since her younger days, back when she'd thought she'd had her entire life planned in advance. Things had changed but she was learning to adjust to her new normal. But she knew she needed to be prepared, even if that just meant stretching her muscles and remembering what exactly it meant to truly fight and unleash some tension she'd surely been holding back. Her negative feelings had been pushed deep down, but could they ever disappear entirely?

She doubted it. Her pace was slow and calculated as she headed into the Battlefield, having heard Valdis's call. She couldn't go wrong with a practice fight - she'd considered approaching Song for a few spars but she had a feeling he would go easy on her, and despite her small stature she knew she could hold her own just fine in a fight. After a brief time she found Valdis, dipping her head to the larger woman and sizing her up, showing no sign of fear or wariness, just careful calculation as she studied her. "The names Kirsi. The first move's yours," she suggested, ears flicking as she took in her surroundings, thought most of her attention was on Valdis.