Elizabeth stood in the forest, a practice dummy she made herself standing in front of her. She had cut her hair to just her shoulders, hair pulled back. She had on black trouser's and white shirt, un-tucked, with black loafers. She drew her sword out. It was the middle of the day, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She raised the sword up and did a complete circle, swinging the sword down, hitting the shoulder of the dummy. She continued to do different angles, hitting different spots until she needed a break. She put her sword down and walked to the nearby rive.

Elizabeth cupped her hands and filled them with water, taking a sip. It was cool and rand own her throat easily. She sat and leaned against a rock, taking a brief break. The tournament was tomorrow. She decided to practice the rest of the day, then head to the pub and get a good drink and meal in her stomach, before going back to her inn and getting a good night's sleep.

After a few minutes had passed, she took another long sip of river water and continued onto her practice. She let her hair down so it fell freely over her shoulders. It was amazing how much one haircut changed someone's appearance. She missed her longer hair, she actually enjoyed it that length, but this was her dream. She was tired of being brushed off as a 'damsel', when she could protect herself just fine by herself. And she'd prove it at the tournament tomorrow.