[Training] if i were yours, how would you make me?

Amalia

the shield of safrin

Amalia doesn't need to turn around to know who stands behind her: she can hear him, smell him, sense him there as surely as she knows herself. Letting the wooden sword fall to her side, she turns to Deimos with a chagrined smile. "I was just... trying it out."

Swinging the not-blade over her shoulders, Amalia drapes her arms across it. "Besides, I... I'm not very good." Her bare feet shuffle in the cold dirt, kicking a stray rock. "As you saw. I've never used swords, really."

everything that drowned me
taught me how to swim