[[Setting: Aurora Basin. The beginning of Birdsong. Midmorning, it is going to be a warm day as it is already heating up. Ground is muddy and slippery from rain over night.
Type: Seasonal Spar
Time-limit: Aiming for a quick spar! ;)
Notes: Good luck lovely, let me know if you're struggling muse wise and we can give you a time extension or something.
Tag: @[Saffron]]]


It had been a long time since she had answered to call to arms and even longer since she had been in a training spar. Her last teacher had been Deimos the Reaper, little scared her after that rather brutal elsson. Not that she hadn't been busy in her down time, carrying and then birthing twins was tough work. Plus not long after their birth she had to fight for her freedom and her daughter's. Since that stunning defeat against Tyradon the doe had shied away from battles, preferring to fight with other tools at her disposal. However being so out of practice would not help her family if they were to call upon her for assistance and perhaps if she had been more practiced she would have been able to get her daughters away from the clutches of The Regime. Winter's gentle pressure against her leg caused Arah to turn and smile down at her bonded. Whenever her mood plummeted the griffin was quick to distract the doe and erase the tension from her ivory body.

The crisp morning had had been what had awoken her and Wynter, now it had faded to the midmorning warmth. The doe closed her eyes, inhaling the fresh air, last night's rain still hovered in the breeze. Today would be a good day to get some practice in, it had certainly been long enough.
Turning from the cave that she slept in alone, the doe prowled to the middle of The Basin. The journey was short and each stride was filled with purpose, Wynter soared above stretching out her wings readying herself for battle. Arah's intention had seeped through the bond, in turn Wynter was expressing excitement at finally exploring the realms of fighting with the doe. It would the first time working together as a team and understandably both also were concealing a flurry of nerves in the pits of their stomachs. Coming to a stop atop a hill, Arah surveyed the muddy ground beneath her, her golden gaze then began scanning along the trees that circled what would no doubt become a very muddy fighting pit quickly. It was a small circle, it would be dangerous but fun. Darting in and out of those trees may be able to assist in dodging some attacks, the slippery ground would both hinder and assist the fighters and by now that sun shouldn't get into anyone's eyes.

So the doe stood atop the hill with Wynter out of sight waiting for a opponent.

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