Sanjiva tilted her head as Iyari spoke of the hunters. A concerned expression took over her face. “You see them often? The hunters? So, you’ve fought with them.” She looked at Iyari’s trinket and her eyes glazed over. Her voice took on a soft and vacant tone. “I’ve been in isolation for a while. I’ve been practicing my arts to the point of driving away my acquaintances. But as I paint, craft, and play music, there is always a point… a point when I remember a piece of a memory. The roar of the ocean. I try to drive it out of from my skull by practicing harder, but it always comes back. Thinking about that moment… and about humans in general makes me feel…” She paused and grabbed onto a nearby blade and walked to the puppets she had already pierced with arrows.
“I don’t understand them,” she growled as she began chopping away at the human dummies. Her strikes lacked power, but they were fluid. Her stance seemed almost casual at first. With each strike, it appeared her movements were becoming more complex and more vicious. “They have such a short time of existence. And they waste it. They fight our clan and those Halloween creatures, knowing that we’ll outlive them. Have they all forgotten what the Old Gods gave them? They’re parasites of power, constantly clinging to their desires. What do we even need them for? To feed off their fear? There must be some substitute. What happens when they go extinct?”
Sanjiva suddenly stopped and looked down. Her stance and muscles looked solid and she shook with rage for a few moments. She exhaled slowly and let her mind and body relax. “I still feel stiff. It’s been too since I’ve worked my whole body to this degree. I supposed there is more complexity to these War weapons than I thought.” She stretched out then shook out her long limbs a bit. “Those pests. I’m relieved to know there are mares like you to keep them in line. And to remind them of their place. But dwelling on them too much at once corrodes the mind.” She set down the War blade and looked at Iyari as if some stress had been relieved. “I’d like to spar with you. Here, where you have the advantage. And elsewhere, where I can let my talents shine. But that can wait. Show me more. Tomorrow I’d like to experience a War horseman’s complete daily routine if you’ll have me. But… I’m not sure where to stay for my time here. Should I build a temporary hut?”