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[shieldofrohan]

I struggle to know how to say this, yet I think it must be done. At the feast, I asked for news of home. That news I was given, and it lifted my heart, for if she who brought us here is to be believed, naught is foregone. Nothing has changed. My uncle yet lives, my home yet safe, my duty yet discharged. And so I am glad, and truly so, for it has plagued me to think on my absence.

Yet like all else, there came with a gift, a cost. The cost, for me, was a charge placed upon me, one month in delivering, to grow more... experienced in the ways of this place.

And so, bluntly put, this is an invitation. Come to me, speak with me, and if we are of a mind on the subject, lay with me. Men and women both, if you be willing. Not Kaphlar.

I apologise for my bluntness, and the crudeness of this request. But my boon was granted, and I am not of a mind to be churlish in return. I consider it a duty, and any help a service, with my thanks.

-Éowyn

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[shieldofrohan]

[The blow lands, knocking the wind out of her. Éowyn stumbles, wheezing, and shakes her head briskly to try and clear her confusion.]

[She takes a deep breath, shaking her hair out of her face, and raises her fists again, feinting left, then right - and then, hoping to catch Yenh off-guard in much the same way, lunges full-bodied to wrestle her to the ground.]

[It's pretty clear at this point, after all, that Éowyn is a better wrestler than a boxer. Might as well take advantage of it.]

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh sees it coming, but reacts both too little and too late—she goes to the ground like a sack of popotoes. ]

[ She tries to escape Éowyn’s grapple. Her sudden single-minded intent to get away betrays her comfort with wrestling. She wants to Win, but for all her speed, she isn’t comfortable dealing with being prone and in a position where only her strength counts. Since it is, comparably, not Enough. ]

[shieldofrohan]

[Éowyn, on the other hand, is in a much better position like this, in close quarters where strength counts for more, and not about to give it up easily. She straddles Yenh's waist, grabbing for her wrists, trying to pin her.]

Yield?