' she's cruel like winter.

  the nightblood had spent the past couple of days training - ever since the death of the queen, she was not so keen on warming up to the news of roan being their new leader. instead, she had spent her remaining time in polis training, keeping an eye on the trail of young nightbloods that followed their heda like ducklings. and the very sight left a SURGING of her blackened blood as she turned and threw her spear in direction of the wooden pole before her. with precise timing, it whizzed by the male; a ALLY of the ice nation. the slightest hint of a smirk curved at her lips ( and of course, she’d never had any true intention of piercing him ). ‘  hei, careful! ‘