Let's do it!

When Ember had arrived to answer her cousin's call, the last thing she thought she'd be asked for was a spar. Yet when Elowen asked her to train with her, a juvenile excitement immediately flashed over the pup's face, blue eyes shining bright as she sprung up into a playful bow, her tail waggling off the end of her rump. "Boy would I! I love sparring!" she declared with enthusiasm in her young voice and a beaming grin on her face. "My dad's been showing me and my siblings some things, but we're still pretty new. Dad says I'm a progeny or prodigy or something. I dunno what that means, but it makes him really happy!" Although Elowen was notably larger and older than she was, the clear disadvantages she faced didn't faze her in the least. Such was the infinite optimism of a puppy.

Shifting out of her play bow, Ember took a more limber fighting stance, paws spread shoulder-width apart and muscles tensed and ready to react at a moment's notice. "Okay, I'm ready!" she said, letting El get set as well and decide the rules for their engagement. "I don't think I can pin you like I can my siblings though. Can I just try to tickle you instead?" At their current heights, Ember could feasibly fit beneath Elowen, meaning she had no chance of taking the older fae off her paws, but she might stand a chance trying to tickle her into submission.

"Ember"