Learning to do

Having left Basilisk to his own devices, Asla had made a beeline for the barracks and the training dummies. She was here almost every day. The girls baby fat was melting away and she was quickly turning into a lean, well muscled warrior. By the time she was fully grown, she would be a shapely thing. Her body would be slender and her legs would be long, despite her stature. She was getting there and one could just get a hint of what she would become.

Aslatiel was busy stuffing the dummies with more dried grass when the sound of approaching paws caught her ears. The girl glanced over her shoulder and cracked a grin as Bas drew close. His words pleased her and she nodded. "Of course. Would you like to use the dummies or would you rather fight me?" She grinned, flashing teeth and a mischievous grin. "I won't even wear my armor so you have a better chance of beating me." Behind her, the girls teal striped tail swished languidly back and forth. What would he choose?