What Doreius and Erjon’s home lacked in terms of space, they made up for regarding the land. Their home was just outside the city and was surrounded by trees. They had cleared their front yard to allow the grass to grow, and to build a path to their door. Behind their house was a small field, where the trees were sparse. A wooden target had been set up for sword practice. Driada stalked over to it, eager to release the tension and negative emotions that had been coiling within her throughout the day.
She unsheathed her sword and threw the scabbard to the grass. She bent her knees and faced the target. Though many days had passed since Adrasteia wounded her, her arm had not yet healed. She could not maintain her regular activities, such as sparring. Though her superior healing skills had o
