Snippet #3419

A slight gust of unruly wind blew leaves into azreal's face and blew her auburn hair back as she moved threw her practice with ease. She felt a bubble of laughter coming from deep within but held it back, because of her onlooker, her father. He was assesing her worth threw her training. She took out every man that came at her not flinching once. "You have more work to do" He stated. "B -but father-" Azreal stuttered confused. She had worked so hard to please him! "do not speak child! work harder. you are not good enough." He said. Azreal clenched her fists at her side and got on one knee with a hand over her heart. "yes father" She said threw clenched teeth. He turned and strode away without a backward glance. She stood carefully then turned and walked in the opposite direction. Something caught in her mind. the summer lands! There had to be good fighters there....right? Maybe with some persuesion she could get someone to train her.