another day, another spar

With bright eyes and a spring in her step, Hazel returned to the training rings. Seer (sir)'s most recent lesson was burning brightly in her mind. She would test what she'd learned under the Warlord, she'd stay atop her guard on that right side. It was her weaker, that was for sure, but Hazel was learning. She was getting better. She'd keep getting better. Better and bolder, that was well and good. In all things, Hazel would be bold as brass. Bold and excited. Especially because Sirius had said something about bumping her up as early as next season... yeah, she'd need to practice.

It's as she nears the ring that the call rings out, and she can't help herself. There's excitement in the red and pale pup as she bounds forward, squaring her stance within the ring. This was Lis's dad, the champion of the Armada, son of the Warlord himself. Hazel makes bold, direct eye contact with him. There was no fear. The bold, curious nature of the girl rang through in the way she peered at him. Right, Sirius probably wouldn't come looking for if she was out a little past time to be back in bed... right? Yeah. Good enough. "I want to spar." She asserted, straightening up to her full height. Is this how things worked? Who knew. Hazel had no sense of decorum, and was all enthusiasm.

"Speech"