david and goliath

”Yes, ss… Artorias.” She corrected herself softly as he assured her that sir was not an appropriate honorific. He really wasn’t any older than she was but then again her growth had been stunted. She didn’t have near the social interaction of the yearling before her, nor the training. Everything told her he deserved her respect as much or more than many adults. She was far from being equal to him, but the silver she wolf wouldn’t argue.

Her garnet gaze was brought back up to him as his eyes shifted from plains to castle and then explained why. He was looking for Ulric, who wouldn’t approve of him suggesting they spar together. Lilith liked the thought of a bit more danger, but in reality she was a tiny wisp. Hardly an annoying gnat in comparison to Artorias, but what good was she doing holding back anyway. She thought about the excitement and aftermath of just barking at the saber cat. Could she take on the pack’s heir on her own? ”I do but...”

Lilith tilted her head and looked him up and down. He was huge, well trained, and all he had to do was flick his toe and she would be out of the ring. She sighed as he offered a bout with the practice dummies instead. Her ruby eyes returned to the newly refurbished training tool and again she felt herself inadequate. ”No, I want to spar with you.” She decided determinedly. She should have been able to do everything Ezra could do, if she didn’t have this stupid illness… Lillith grit her teeth, no she had to work through it, she had to get over it soon and she would if she just worked harder.