You stood outside of the training ring. Clash. Clash. Clash You resisted the urge to flinch at every ring of the sword. Your best friend Gwyn had signed up for training weeks ago but you couldn't get yourself to do it. You watched her copper red hair swing and when she noticed you staring. She paused. She said something to her three new friends. And walked over. You tried to ignore the pang of jealously at the thought of her having new friends. Emerie. Nesta. Cassian 'Are you going to join us?' Gwyn asked, smiling. Gwyn wiped her sweat 'Cassian doesn't bite. If anything Nesta does,' she laughs 'Just joking.'