Quills and Inkwells [Writing and Reading Lesson]

She nearly grinned, pleased with herself and her work, however small her progress might be. For a moment her thoughts trailed away from Aoife and her lute and toward the lesson they were engaging in. Mostly she wondered what greater purpose writing could have - leaving records for ancestors, for example. She wondered how long such artifacts would last, and then whether they could be easily understood or not by generations to come. Regardless of the longevity of these lessons or what they produced she still intended to practice, and so she did, carefully drawing a few more small circles. Her progress was not linear though - she was sure she'd perfected her stroke, but the next was shaky and uneven. She replicated the shape with varying degrees of success, but overall she thought she was doing better overall.

She paused, resting her paws as Aurielle complimented her work in the raid. She grinned a little, pleased with herself. She hadn't won both fights but she didn't expect to come out on top all the time, as nice as that sounded. "I feel like I'm getting better. Slowly but surely," she nodded. She didn't lack practice; what she really thought she lacked was motivation, but that was more a feeling than something she could conjure up. At least she knew when it came down to it, she could hold her own, and fight for herself as well as for Valhalla. Fortunately they hadn't needed to defend against any real threats yet but she felt prepared in case she had to. "I wouldn't mind another lesson with you sometime soon though," she mentioned offhandedly. There was no such thing too much practice, right? "I think I make a better fighter than an artist." She let out a little laugh as she angled her stick between her toes and practiced another, different shape this time.