Run away with me, Lost souls and reverie,
Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me

The star girl was nothing like this Tallsun day. The sun cast a gentle heat across the valley, and the breeze was soft and warm as it swept across the landscape. Gentle and soft. The corporal was sharp and dangerous. Like a viper in the grass, she was armed with venomous words and a bladed crown, a fierce warrior hidden within a small feminine body. She could be cunning and vicious, and though she had not needed to fall back into her old ways recently, her hate and vigor always lay in wait.

But not with Ashamin.

Ashamin made her feel differently. With him she was delicate. She was warm and soft and safe. She had never felt this way before. She was not a docile lamb, she was a fierce lioness. She would not be tamed or broken or restrained. But despite how he calmed her, she never felt as though he was a heavy chain, or an anchor holding her down. He changed her, but not in a way that took away her fire. He added to it, fueling it with every butterfly that thrummed against her ribs.

The star girl shook her head as she faced him. She was not a flighty filly with a crush. She didn't understand the emotions she felt when she shared space with him. But the blue only had one way of making sense of things. And it was a warrior heart that placed her before him. Nothing else. Around them, summer seemed to sing. She folded a front leg up, dipping down in a elegant bow, skewer pointing downwards as she showed her respect. "Will you join me in this dance?" she asked, a small laugh escaping her. She felt ridiculous. Why did she feel this way?

Eyes snapped up, silver glittering as they caught the midday light. She leaned back onto her haunches, front cloven toes lifting from the ground before scraping the air that hung around them. Ears twisted back on her skull, her gaze running over the buck as she looked for any glaring soft spots. She sprang towards him, long strides closing the space between them, her horn pointed towards his chest. She turned her head at the last moment, her intent to not pierce his breast, but instead plow into him, hoping her weight would follow her shoulder should she meet her mark. He was not much larger than her, but there was a certain leanness and lankiness to him that urged her to knock him off balance.  

He had no sword to combat her with, which left her careless to his brow. But despite his lacking, she was sure he had his own secrets and strengths she would need to adapt to. It was easy to wield a blade. Even the most reckless unicorn had a weapon to use, and even the most imprecise marksmanship could leave a devastating injury if luck chose their side. So what was his weapon of choice?

Swinging her head back towards him, her jaws snapped as she aimed to plant a firm bite to his withers. Jaws released quickly, hoping to not cause any truly lasting injury to him should her bite have landed. She pulled away, hooves digging into the firm soil, feeling the slight give the earth had since the topmost layers of ice had given way to the summer sun. She tried to break away from him, body tensed in wait to his coming response.

He was a storyteller and she was a soldier. They were different souls, two threads tangled together after a shadow from the sky had intruded upon their home, pulling them together when they had no other reason to share a space. The corporal had no reason to believe he had any desire to learn her. But that didn't change a thing. She would learn him through their dance.

That was enough for her.

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Setting: Midday during Tallsun. Weather is pleasant, and it is sunny. Spar takes place in the northwestern corner of the AB, in a large clearing.
Summary: Ki'irha rears and runs towards Ashamin. She attempts to shove him with her shoulder, with all of her body weight thrown into her push. She then reaches in an attempt to bite him. She then tries to put space between them, and tenses as she prepares for his attack.
@Ashamin ~