[It had seemed like a good way to work off nervous energy at first. She was a natural athlete, strong and swift. But when she finally did make her way to the training room with her sword, she found herself sitting on a bench, staring at the sheath. She couldn’t bring herself to draw it. The sight and sound of steel, the movements that practice would entail- it would bring her back to Alqualondë, she feared. And while she would not forget- would not allow herself to bury the memories- she would rather not bring them to the forefront. It was still too fresh.
Eventually, she shoves the weapon aside and goes to examine the other equipment provided by the Initiative. She was thinking too much.]
A training room in the Hold
Eventually, she shoves the weapon aside and goes to examine the other equipment provided by the Initiative. She was thinking too much.]