A different sort of dance

Taking some inspiration from her time in the Armada, Sedna made her way down to the Bay and drew out some circles in the sand. Her children were probably a bit young for serious fight training yet, but it was never too early to start with the basics, and if some of the older members joined them, well, the kids would have something to aspire to. If nothing else, maybe they would actually go down for an afternoon nap.

She called for her kids, and anyone else that was up for a refresher and a spar, and began some warm up stretches, knowing children liked to mimic what they saw grown ups doing rather than asking for advise. She could nudge them into the right positions if they were too far out of position.

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