Training: The Prequel/Attempting to recover strength

[11:55:18] Something inside this motivated Rosaline. Nothing bound her but the dues she owed Johannes an the fear Tilandre had embedded in her.

Surely, something was wrong there. Johannes had to hear her word... but that's another story. This is a story about the stagnant piece of coal in Rosaline's chest, a lunk of rock that offers nothing but an extra weight for her to carry.

But a single match is enough to turn a piece of coal into a sweltering,glimmering ember, glowing like the heart of a fire and burning with the ferocity of a thousand suns.

When her fingers met the wrinkly flesh of her father's neck, Rosaline's blood ran hot for the first time in years.
(Rosaline)
[11:58:43] All at once, things seemeed to return to some sick, mutated, pseudo rendition of normal. Alcohol and a sadness too strong to fight off had chewed away at Rosaline's muscles. Food was something that could rarely be stomacehd, and training was nearly almost always at the bottom of her list.

Antegria's training grunds were no longer an option, but the billowing fields and pastures of Byson were enough to offer nearly the same experience. Clad in a pair of shorts and a too-big shirt, the Aegiswoman stood with her hands on her hips.

It was time for a badass training montage.
(Rosaline)
[11:59:34] It didn't occur to Rosaline that she wasn't all she used to be. The enormous fields stretching out before her were not daunting, they were a challenge. They were a goal, a motivation, and with this came a childlike confidence.

One day, she'd be able to lift every boulder from this field's grounds, every tree up from it's roots!

With unnatural vigor, the newly determined Rosaline charged into the field at breakneck speeds!
(Rosaline)
[12:02:08] Before her stood a boulder of reasonable size. It was only the average of one she'd lift while with her Unconquered... surely enough she could carry it with ease!

Right? Right!!!

Rosaline moved to kneel down and wrap her fingers around the eldges of the boulder. With a grunt of effort, she gave it an ever so gentle tug... gingerly, she hoisted herself upwards, pouring all of her meager strength into this single boulder!

WHUMP!!!

Oh my god Rosaline you dumbass

A sickening crack resonated through the air as the boulder connected with her bare toes. A cry uncharacteristic of the hardened warrior shook her to the very bone. With defeat, she crumpled down, mourning the wellbeing of her bones and prying the boulder off.

Johannes was going to have fun with this one!
(Rosaline)