Train You

Ciaran was confused. Brenna looked amused.

“What did you do now?”

“I..don’t know.”

Brenna rose up, gave her sword a few practice swings. “See if you can light it again.”

Ciaran stared at the blackened logs. “How?”

“The same way you did it last night, I reckon.”

Ciaran turned his stare on her.

Brenna twirled her sword, making it sing through the air. “I said I’d train you, didn’t I?”

“But I thought - with a sword --”

“A sword isn’t a person’s only weapon. Now...light the fire. When it’s lit, then you can do me the honor of duel.”