Mud Wrestling

Was it still morning? Perhaps she'd been awake longer than she realized. Caelia cast a brief glance to the sky, though quickly drew her attention back to Aurielle and the task at hand, offering little more than a hum of acknowledgement.Today's lesson was... apparently something to do with mud. The Adravendi woman didn't bother to hide the clear distaste that was visible on her features, deciding that she'd go along with whatever Aurielle wanted her to do, regardless of whether or not she liked it. That seemed entirely irrelevant to her.

"Sounds like a plan," Caelia said, her voice serious. She did want to spend more time practicing her fighting skills; her conversation with Artur had only reminded her of that even more. She couldn't let these chances slip away from her, not if she wanted to improve her chance at succeeding in future fights - that was important. Her methods were strange but she also saw the benefit of what she was saying. What if an enemy struck in the night? Or when a heavy fog cloaked Valhalla's lands, something that wasn't at all uncommon? She needed to know how to use her other senses to guide her through a fight. "Makes sense," she agreed, sounding a bit hesitant, though receptive to the idea.

She thought back to what lessons with her mother had been like. A pang of hurt entered her heart at the thought. The pain would never totally fade, despite how subtly it had dulled, but even now it alarmed her with how quickly it grabbed hold of her. "She mainly focused on how to protect ourselves, rather than harming the opponent. Knowing how to protect our vitals, and knowing when we were outnumbered or just plain defeated, and when to flee." Caelia had a hard time imagining not holding her ground against an enemy, but losing her own life due to stubbornness sounded like a bad idea too. She hoped dearly that she'd never have to make that choice, unsure if it would be quite as easy as her mother had made it sound.