Midnight report

Sirius spoke of having a challenge set for Dunkan and asked if she would accompany him in judging the boy's skill. The woman nodded. Dunkan had been a bit remiss in his studies and wasn't nearly as trained as she'd like, but if he still wished to learn, then she was always there to help him advance his skill.

A gentle wind blew, ruffling the thick grey and black fur of the fae's coat. Though the breeze had been a whisper, it was a cold whisper. This type of weather didn't used to bother her, but then the arthritis set in. If it was this bad now, she didn't want to imagine how bad it would be when she was ten. Hell, she didn't want to imagine how bad it would be next year. Though she wasn't terribly old, her years and years of battle had taken its toll.