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Breathing a heavy sigh as she tossed the empty waterskin aside, Ember let the cool water drip down her face and muzzle while she got her second wind about her. The day was idyllic and tranquil—sunny, birds singing, only a few fluffy white clouds in the sky and a gentle coastal breeze rippling across the plains. A perfect summer day by all accounts. While she basked in the warmth for a few moments, the sounds of approaching paws in the grass caught her attention, and Ember's eyes snapped open to look over at the approaching white and navy form of Rebel. She greeted the other fae with a lopsided smile; she was glad to see her again after her time away from home. Even if it was only temporary, knowing that the Klein girl was still around made her feel a sense of contentment knowing she'd have another friend her age to come back home to.

Ember gave a little scoff and rolled her eyes when Rebel remarked on her training on her "days off". "There are no days off for me," she remarked, rising from her haunches to her paws once more. "A Carpathian always has to be ready to act to protect others, the Hallows, and themselves." With her family teetering on the brink of war, it was important for them to always be sharp and ready should the first strokes of warfare come from their enemies to the north. When asked about what happened to the training dummy, Em just shot Rebel a wicked grin and picked up one of the two sparring swords lying in the grass, lifting it up with a proud smirk. "He had the misfortune of facing me."

Stepping back into the sparring ring, Ember squared up against the tattered dummy again and demonstrated a flurry of swings from her sword for Rebel, striking the dummy across the chest, beneath the chin, across the neck, and ultimately down into the head. It was a rapid and brutal show of would-be violence against an imaginary enemy. With her showing off done, Em stepped back and nodded proudly to herself. "Have you ever used a sword before?" Ember gestured to the other sparring sword lying lonely in the grass by Rebel's paws. "Wanna come try a few swings yourself?"

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"