#caitria

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Happy Halloween! This is a little follow up to something I apparently never posted in 2018

Eyyyy, thanks @fictober18 for reblogging my stuff! Not gonna lie, I hope this means more people will actually see it lol. Also this definitely means I should put in “Previous/Next” links to make it easier to read them all, but one thing at a time for my lazy ass, please.

Also, yes I’m posting the past few days late. I was on a weekend trip and didn't bring my laptop along, and also my access to Wi-Fi was unpredictable, so it would have been hard to work on these if I did. So my apologies, but I'll be catching up on prompts today.

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“Today’s combat practice is going to be a little different.”

Caitria, who was sitting on the ground polishing her knife, looked up. “Different how?”

The giantess didn’t look up from the pot she was stirring over her hearth. “Up until now you and I have been sparring. And while hand-to-hand combat is crucial, it is not the only skill you must have if you are to lead an army against the Romans. The ability to strategize, to organize a sound plan of attack, is just as important, if not more so.”

Of course, that made sense. Lack of organization was what had been the downfall of the legendary Boudicca, after all. Still, Caitria wrinkled her nose as she thought through the idea. “How will that work, though? There are only the two of us.”

Still concentrating on her pot, Kore smiled. “I have my ways. And we shall not begin with an entire army, in any case. First you must master the art of strategizing for yourself.”

Again, that made sense. She didn’t need to understand how the giantess was able to accomplish what she did, only that it would come to pass. Finishing with her knife, Caitria tucked it into her belt and stood up. “Then what do you have in mind for today?”

“We will begin with a simple stealth operation.”

“Stealth operation?”

“Yes. Your goal will be to infiltrate an encampment that I will create for you without being detected.” She paused as she lifted her stirring ladle to her lips to taste the honeyed porridge. “Mm, but our breakfast is ready. I will explain further details after.”

As was now routine, Caitria dutifully brought over two wooden bowls for Kore to fill—one human-sized, one giant-sized—then carried the steaming servings over to the giantess’s small dining table. Well, it was small for Kore. For Caitria its height came up to her shoulders, and she had to stand in order to use the table surface.

After breakfast, Caitria started for the line of weapons along the cave wall, then stopped. “Wait. If this is a stealth operation, then what sort of weapons do I need?”

“Tools,” Kore corrected, stacking the bowls to wash in the creek later on. “A stealth operation requires tools more than it does weapons. And it so happens that part of your training today is to learn what you will want or prefer. But for now, take what you need.” She chuckled. “Or at least, what you think you will need.”

Caitria knew the giantess’s manner of thinking well enough by now that she decided it would be best not to overthink this. “I shall only take my knife, then. It is the only thing I know for certain I will need, and the rest I will let you teach me.”

I really enjoy the markers. Here are some practice doodles of fursonas and birds. And well more birds!

Green eyes widen, his fingers just a little numb where they managed to wrap around the weapon. The safety was probably on, he tells himself.

Amarwen blinks at Caitria, gives a tilt of her head before glancing away. "I don't know anymore." And truthfully she didn't, her mind was such a muddle, everything was so loud. She couldn't tell the enemies from the friends anymore, and really why did it even matter?