After turns of being up early and then going through motherhood, there was no such thing as sleeping in for Narisa. She was up early and out the door to start whatever tasks she had to do for the day. That load had considerably lightened some turns ago, with the change in status for golds. Now she was no longer expected to be a potential leader one day. Which meant she was no longer a junior weyrwoman. Unless she chose to be one.

She had declined that path, instead choosing something new. Something that would allow her to still maintain and use some of the skills she'd gained from her time as junior weyrwoman.

Thus far, her duty as a Warden had been fairly simple. She was still training with the healers and practicing her self defense and offensive skills.

Which was why she was currently tying a bandanna around her head to keep her hair out of her face and carrying two practice sticks. "Ceph, will you see if Set'al is busy?" He wouldn't mind sparing with her. Right?

Cepheith snorted in amusement from where she was sunning. Oh I'm sure he'll mind. You be gentle. The gold teased her rider before reaching out to her mate. Mine wants to spar with Yours. That game with the sticks, where they try and hit each other. Is he available?

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