DOWN BY WILLOW SQUARE ☆ training dummies

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— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —

Had she been hiding more often than lately?  Perhaps.  The recent visit of her brother seemed to sooth the petite vixen... For a time.  Eventually he had to return to his new home in Elysium, and left her, trying to piece together her head a little.  Suvi?  Kiira?  In the swamp, she insisted on Kiira, more often than not.  Introducing herself under the name that belonged to this body.  Suvi belonged to a small, mute dire wolf, didn't it?  To a soft child.

No.  It belonged to her too, whoever she was now.  Regardless of a confused identity, one thing remained; a fiercely pacifistic view.  For the most part.  Wh҉͟e̶ŗ̴e̢͠ ͠d̀i͜d̷̶͘ ̨it́ g̕e̡t̡͞ ̢̕̕yo͞u͡?̴  Jervis himself captured the small fox, in a swift motion had her pinned.  Still recently shaken by the predicament leaving her confused about herself, she failed to put up a fight.  Regardless of her state, she likely would not have though... Suvi's father, Raziel, taught her to find peaceful solutions.  Solutions without blood.  Even against those who seemed to have a thirst for it.

The medic understood that may seem naïve.  Maybe it was sometimes.  Wh҉͟e̶ŗ̴e̢͠ ͠d̀i͜d̷̶͘ ̨it́ g̕e̡t̡͞ ̢̕̕yo͞u͡?̴  Yet she refused to fall into the circle of violence.  Raziel once stopped a war with words.  Her brother, although somewhat eager for a fight, studied strategy intently.  A quick, decisive move that stopped the enemy could prevent excessive bloodshed on both sides.  Mind before claws.

Some part of her however, remembered.  Anger.  Frustration.  Defensiveness.  She frightened herself because she had realized, during her time away, she could lash out.  And it wasn't by physical attack.  Even stranger, she remembered... Vaguely, how to make careful poisons and lace weapons.  Not a Suvi memory... For sure... But Kiira failed to recall utilizing such a tactic.  Another echo filed in her mind, another broken fragment.

Since the incident, she kept her distance from Wormwood most times.  Worse, she avoided Beck with more fervor.  The crack still echoed in her mind's ear, her stomach twisting.  She'd seen dead bodies once or twice before, but never had someone died in front of her.  Her paws glitched beneath her at the memory, dematerializing for a fraction of a second before returning just as quickly.

Her ears flicked back.  Shy?  Fretful?  Unmatched hues decided to lock on the dummies in question, rather than the faces of those around her.  "… T-they don't... L-look that bad," she mumbled.  Not that she possessed much experience with setting up training dummies.  Did she even know how to properly fight?  No.  Not really.  Of course, Suvi growing up with brothers meant picking up on a thing or two.

✯ — suvi kiira ní faoláin. female. medic of tanglewood. beta of the typhoon. arctic fox.  ref. bio.