Welcome to Gaia! ::

The sun trainee she had found in the hallway. Suns were the offense of Deus ex Machina. So to Solia, it made sense to badger one for a spar. She got a name and right then and there gave him a time. Noon sharp! She needed practice and the best kind would logically be with a sun of her own level! Israfel was even excited about the idea of a spar. Solia was his little bird, and he did so want her to do well.

So at the appointed hour, Solia was standing in the training field, archery gloves on, and small set of sandwiches for after the spar, in case they got hungry. She avoided the turkey though. She’d had enough of it with thanksgiving.

Solia didn’t mind that he was late, if anything it gave her a bit of extra time to stretch out and talk to Israfel about the importance of having gloves and how they would protect her hands and while she did love the grip of the bow, calluses were so long fun, not were blisters. At Tedan’s wave, she stopped her mental rambling, happily returning the gesture. “It’s fine! You showed up so really, that’s all that matters.” The axe got a look as slowly grinned. “I can see why you’re a sun! And yep!”

Her bow brought out, the glowing rose pulsing lightly as the siren cooed in the back of her head. “I’m ready. Since you’re close combat and I’m a ranged fighter, I’ll try to stick to using my bow’s blade if that’s alright.” She motioned to the opposite end of her bow, feathering blades sticking out jaggedly here and there. “I need the practice. Badly.”