cold and bitter

Cyanide is unbothered as she drifts from Ashen's lands to the battlefield. If she was going to hold rank as a fighter, she needed to do more actual fighting. Shit, that seemed to make sense. Oki was busy these days, off doing his own thing. Sure, Celeste was good enough company but like... she wasn't Cy's first choice for a spar. Hell, would she even say yes? Nah, the girl with the ram horns was a hunter by trade, not a fighter on her own. Making actual connections with anyone else inside Ashen sounded like a daunting task too, and Cyanide wasn't having it. Not today.

Sure, she was supposed to find the other Genin to spar and train beside, but like... she could also do something that wasn't that. The wraith crossed to the battlefield. She'd find someone else, someone outside, someone she wouldn't have to answer to instead. She'd spar them instead. Whoever them happened to be.

A call shattered the stillness, the sleepy silence of the summer afternoon. Excellent. The leggy creature drew to her full height, taking a position opposite to the boy that had made the call. Her pastel gaze burned as she took him in. "Aight." Her speech was clipped, but Cy carefully set her defenses in the cracked earth. She dipped her head to the dark boy that stood before her. Go.

"speech"