+welcome to the twelfth legion
filiabellum, seaweedbrainofthesea, piperdaughterofdite, hazel-levesque-rp, powerthroughwar, lightningsgrace
Reyna pushed her bangs back from her face, a frustrated sigh ripping its way from her throat. The cohorts were training like a bunch of toddlers today, their footwork sloppy and their complaints louder than ever. From the distance, she heard the distinct voice of Dakota complaining about wanting a drink of kool-aid.
It had been a while since she'd given them a break...
"Alright, take ten--and I expect you to stop fighting like Greeks when you get back into your ranks, soldiers!"
The praetor rubbed her temples and promptly dropped onto a log nearby, spinning her knife between her fingers. The heat was miserable even to her, so she took the chance to take a long drink of water, not noticing someone approaching her.
