What were you expecting? It's a dangerous place.

Now nearly at the six-month mark, Stjarna was given more freedom to roam from Álarr, though the man insisted on at least being within calling range. Once again they'd made a trip to the Battlefield so Star could get more sparring practice while Álarr worked on a few of his projects. The summer sun was low on the horizon, casting an orange glow of the plain. Star hunted for a good place to spar, pausing when she heard a young voice call for an opponent. Her brow knit in determination.

Star shifted her course to arrive at the source of the call where a red-pelted boy waited for an opponent. She grinned. "Hey there, I'm Star. I'll spar you!" She squared off against him, setting her defenses and allowing him the first move.


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