@roseguided
no stranger to battle, nor sparing. she twirls a faux-sword that is oaken with a linear grain— in place of her valyrian forged blade. cautious in their dance of wit and skill, the younger's training is coming along nicely. visenna is more than patient with visenya, her sister's daughter. “ iksā paez va aōha dekossa tubī. ” she jests, but her playfulness comes to a halt at the sight of her, and she closes the distance betwixt them. stoicism ever-present, hardly befalling her not so thinly veiled concern. “ you have had enough, dear niece. ”










