A Little Practice

It was... interesting... that this strange woman thought that Dusk needed instruction. She had clearly been doing just fine on her own. The dark fae had to put herself in check, reminding herself that not everyone thought the way that she did. As far as this other fae knew, Dusk was fighting off attackers rather than initiating the attacking. The Carpathian princess took a deep breath and continued her training.

Again and again Whisper whipped back and forth. Legs and segments of body flew and the ground was soon wet enough to look as though it had rained in just this spot alone. The numbers of arachnids began to dwindle until only the smallest were left. They weren't of any use to Dusk, so she decided that her training was complete.

Holding her tail off of the ground so that it didn't get even more mucky, the antlered fae padded out of the spider spattered clearing and closer to the edge of the land where there was less rock and more grass. She gave Whisper a wipe on said grass, but would have to do a deep cleaning after.

Fiery eyes moved towards the earthen-hued fae and Dusk nodded. "You fight well," she complimented. Acknowledgement where it was due. She wondered what the woman was doing out here, but didn't ask. It wasn't any of her business, afterall.

"Dusk Carpathius"