Deidra finished tying the end of her braid with a leather lace before she turned to the door and offered Tristen a nod.
“I’m ready. Are you? Because today is the day I best you.”
He laughed and pushed away from the open door. He had been leaning against it for a little while, observing her as she brushed then braided her hair. A few of the other Childer had advised her to cut it short; that way, it wouldn’t get in her way while she fought. But Tristen hadn’t told her to cut it, and he was her guide into this new existence. (more…)