Lesson One

Walk | Talk | Think

The Bearcub and for the most part kept herself from fidgeting anxiously as she stood waiting for the arrival of the one who was going to instruct her lessons. There was no denying the little twinge of nervousness that coursed below her skin, but there was far too much eagerness, excitement, and determination for it to actually show through. Training to become a warrior was too important for her to allow herself to feel anything but those feelings that would benefit her in the end. Either she was going to make it and succeed or she was not, and worrying over the details of it was going to get her nowhere.

But thankfully her wait, however forcefully patient it was, was drawn to an end as a pale colored woman appeared against the grassy landscape, seemingly headed Bera's way. Automatically the brown girl straightened up, tried to make herself look more presentable, look more serious, and wished there was more she could have done for her lankiness and awkward yearling proportion. With time she would eventually fill out but now, when she wanted to look the part as well as play the part well, she found herself to be a less impressive warrior than she wanted.

As the woman came closer and the green-eyed youth could more easily see her features and pattern, Bera felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was weird - she was mostly sure she had never met with any others who were a part of Yfir, now or before joining, but the closer her instructor drew the more familiar she started to see her as. Her bright eyes sort of narrowed and her nose scrunched up a little as a pondering look settled over her, her ear-less head leaning just slightly to her left. Her instructor spoke, smiled, and suddenly Bera made a connection. But was it right? "You're Freyja?" she asked, voice reflecting the perplexing feelings she was currently experiencing. Could this really be the same Freyja from her childhood, the fuzzy memory that she was trying to bring into focus?