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While she was back home in Hearthstone for a time, Ember didn't let her paws stay idle. She continued her usual training regiment out in the castle yards, wailing away on training dummies with one of the blunted sparring swords from the armory. She had left Ravenedge back up in Hemlock for her trip down for the bonfire, so she'd make do with what she had available to her. Unlike her sire and much more like her mother, Ember did not enjoy waking up early, so late morning found her out in the yards in the sparring rings, facing down a weathered training mannequin barely held together from where the young Carpathian had been absolutely brutalizing it. Ember grunted with each swing of the sword, heavier than she was used to using, and clobbering the dummy in the head, the neck, around the torso with deft slashes and swipes.

After a particularly aggressive volley of blows, Ember took a couple steps back, panting to catch her breath while she examined the pummeled and broken mannequin. She huffed under her breath, imagining it was a Saxe wolf instead of just sandbags and sticks. Oh well... one day she'd get her chance to put her blade through one of them. Setting her sword down, Em stepped out of the ring to empty a waterskin into her mouth, guzzling down the cool liquid to refresh her before she resumed her training, letting some of it splash over her face and head to cool her off from the warm summer sun. She'd continue again after a few minutes' break.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"