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It had been too long since she had come to bask in the light of the valley and call upon her herd mates to take part in a challenge of physical strength, mostly because she had been busy with the tasks of motherhood and pregnancy but also with the daily matters of the herd. Thankfully, all that walking had done much to return her usual strength and to trim away the fat stores that had built along her lines while she had carried Rikyn within her and during the heaviest months of his nursing. She was not as lean as she had been before birth, to be sure, but she was still in better shape and form than she had been in her earliest of years brandishing a sword.

Vigor lined each even step as she approaches her usual knoll of practice, the lake to the east a good quarter of a mile and the entrance to the vale within eye shot, most of the hills subtle if nonexistent in this quarter of the mountain land and providing good, even footing. Her armor shines in the afternoon light and the clear sky shows little sign of changing without a single white cloud in sight, a glance given to Kyst as she soundlessly departs from the metal plated back of her bonded and into the Tallsun grasses, bounding to the outskirts of the large region. Even without a word, the griffon knows from the emotional tension in her friend that there is going to be combat here today, and there are no warnings needed to send her out of the range of the foray. Too young to be of use in the field, today is a day that she will learn.

Following the path of the magical bird creature is her son, eagerness writ into each step as he bounds to the griffon’s side and comes to an anxious halt to watch his mother prepare for her call of challenge. It is standard to her to test the soldiers of her home, but it is the first time in her son’s life that he will get to witness her dancing, and she is both nervous and excited about the endeavor, an unusual set of emotions to ripple beneath her ice coated surface.

Lifting her dark maw to the heavens, she unleashes her words out into the valley, calling whoever wishes to raise their blade in tribute to the ancient Gods of combat on this day. ”My brethren, come bring your Lady a challenge!”

[ Open spar, preferably for Basin members as it is set inside the borders. <3

Spar, 3 posts each with a closing defense.
Setting: Early afternoon in the region of land between the pathway into the Basin and the shores of the lake, flat and grassy; the sky is clear and the sun beats down on the field, making it somewhat hot. ]

intending to burn - pretending to fight it
everyone learns faster on fire