Tripping headfirst over your feet

If the raid had showed her anything it was that she still had a long way to go. Huffing her frustration into the warming spring air she shook out her coat, stretched once, then twice, the bones in her spine popping as she bowed down, extending her toes in the loose dirt.

Bones littered this place, some of them more identifiable than others. Well, she wasn't going to get better by just sulking about it, if the last year had been any indication of how well that worked.

She walked a circle, kicking loose stones and stray bones out of her way, she didn't want to be tripping when an opponent finally came along. Her owl hooted a warning, and an unbidden smile pulled at her lips. "Still waiting for the world to end?"

"speech"