Vibria will see Roberto, Arachné, and Lucas off. [color=red]"Fair travels, sodales, and we will see you very soon."
From practically the moment that Roberto brought up the subject, Vibria has started working to get rid of some of the rust. She was surprised at how long it had been since she had done more than a token sparring session with the Andorran Guard. And she was shocked, shocked at how her armour fit anymore. It was snug in all the wrong places. And she couldn't blame all of her softness on having two children. She had spent so much of the last three years with her nose in the books trying to learn enough to recapture the sensation of taking a dragon's form that she had neglected her body, and her martial training. [color=red]No more, she thinks to herself as she finds herself gasping for breath after only half an hour of sword exercises. [color=red]I need to dedicate at least a couple of months a year to keep myself in fighting trim. What would happen if the covenant were attacked again?
That night, after a relaxing and much-needed boil-bath and checking on the children, she collapses in bed around her husband and holds him tight. She's found, over the years, that even if she doesn't expect him to understand her problems, somehow he (almost) always does and helps her sort them out.
The next morning, she's in the training yard, fully armed and armoured, right down to her Draconian helm, and spends as much time as she can training and sparring until Roberto et al return.