behind the sun

The older woman traveled every once in a while to the greater continent of Boreas. She had tried to find sparring partners outside of the maze in Auster, but unfortunately often lucked out. Assuming it was due to the lack of population in the south, she found herself looking to keep her skills sharp more often in the north. There she found herself approaching and crossing the borders into the battlefield where the tinge of iron and decay made her noise wrinkle uncomfortably.

Content to wander for a short while, she was surprised to hear a familiar call not far off. Pausing, her slate features turned to spy the obsidian and red splotched koi searching for a spar partner. Turning her path toward the grumpy man, Tenshi couldn’t hide the amused expression. “Usagi,” she greets him with a nod of her face. “I suppose we could have sparred in the maze, but this will do,” why she found herself to be so humorous at this time perhaps was beyond her own perception. “You may have the honors,” she finishes as she braces her shoulders and prepared for whatever the sword wielding man would approach with.