Dala had asked her father Raith for a training session for today the last time she had visited. She arrived early with her basilisk called Emerald and the baby golden dragon on her shoulder. The baby golden dragon was from the egg that her father had given her. When it hatched, she named the dragon Clarice for her beautiful golden scales. She took off her backpack and plopped it on the ground. After rummaging through it, she found some food for Clarice and Emerald. The child fed them and gave them both some praise for being such good little angels. Then she sat next to her backpack and waited for Raith to show up. 

The Sandawe Grasslands seemed a decent choice, as it was an open area where they could fight properly. But she also didn't want to fight at the temple. It was a good place but she didn't want Alairia to get upset by their training. Dala had been careful to choose an area that was away from the territories so they wouldn't be bothering anybody. This would be a good beginning training area. Despite the pride the child showed, she knew that she wasn't ready for training with an adult in forests or jungles. Those were more complicated and she needed to focus on the basics. If she was fighting another child her age or even a teenager, she could destroy them. But full grown strong adults were a different story. 

She had her daggers sheathed but she had brought a sword too. The sword was unfortunately made of wood but it was the only one she could find that was her size. The daggers, however, were very real. The girl was wearing pants, boots, and a simple tunic. They were good clothes but not her best, as she fully expected to be falling down in the dirt during these training sessions. Dala kicked a rock in the dirt around and hummed a random tune to herself. Meanwhile her golden dragon was taking a nap on her backpack. Emerald had found herself a boulder to slither underneath, as the sun was a bit warm for the basilisk's preference. 

"I wonder what dad has planned for the first training session." She said to Clarice, "Maybe we will start with form?"

The golden dragon just looked at her and wagged its tail. Then the dragon went back to sleep on her backpack.