The sun was high, casting bright patches of light across the training grounds as Roseanne approached. She wore simple training clothes, feeling more at ease in the soft cotton tunic and pants she'd changed into, yet there was a faint twinge of nervousness in her chest. She wasn't sure how the warriors would react, but she couldn't allow her fears to hold her back any longer. If she wanted to stand beside Davian, she had to find a way to strengthen herself.
As she stepped onto the training grounds, her eyes scanned the group of warriors who were already in the thick of their exercises. She watched as they sparred, moved through stances, and threw punches that landed with the solid force of years of practice. Involuntarily, her hand tightened around the fabric of her sleeve, feeling the ache in her recently injured arm. But the sting of her wound didn't deter her—it only made her want this more.