You know, when Molly first started sparring and battling, it truly frightened her at first. Raising a weapon against a fellow hunter? Why would you do that?

Over time though, she’d come to see it in a new light. It was practice! If you wanted to get good at something, you needed to work at it, obviously. It was why she was good at playing the fiddle now, because she kept at it over the years. Seeing battling and sparring in this light now, she was almost, dare she say, excited to practice! Now she just needed to find other hunters to train with.

As Molly turned a corner in the dorms though, she’d happened to find one. “GALE!” Molly cried, clearly overjoyed at the sight of the shorter Hunter. In her excitement to see the lad, she also just enveloped him into a tight hug. “I’m so glad to see that you’re doing okay!” Okay, admittedly, Molly got a bit derailed from her original train of thought. She’d get to it though, she promised.