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Sericea's mind raced with the implications of her mother's words. The lesson was sobering, stripping away any illusions of invincibility or guaranteed success. Absinth was right - Sericea was young and inexperienced still. She didn't yet have the wisdom to know what causes were truly worth risking everything for. Better to err on the side of caution and cunning for now.

She mulled over the different strategies her mother had outlined. Flight, fight or feint. Each had their place depending on the situation. Sericea's first instinct was often to fight, fueled by her independent streak and explosive temper. But Absinth's lesson made it clear that fighting wasn't always the smartest move. Sometimes it took more strength and cleverness to retreat, regroup, and strike back later from a position of advantage.

Feinting - letting others underestimate you until the time was right to act. That approach resonated with Sericea. Her small size and youth already caused many to dismiss her as a non-threat. Perhaps she could use that misconception to her benefit. Lure enemies into a false sense of security and then catch them off guard when they least expected it.

She glanced at her mother, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips as she imagined the possibilities. This had been a most interesting lesson.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"