Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191230050209/@comment-24123288-20200102130221

Clodagh sat alone, nursing a mead. She rubbed at the arm and clenched and unclenched her hand, working the sore muscles. Everyday since Baldr had died, she'd found time to train. Midnights words weighed heavy in her head.

''I'm not a child. I'm not weak. All I want is to be...better. How is that weakness huh?''

She sighed, quite heavily and tookna deep swig.