Anoria sat down beside Kynrind as the huntress moved her polearm. They greeted each other, Anoria smiling as she took a drink from the offered waterbottle and Kyn removing her shoulders and chestpiece. Underneath a thin cotten shirt stuck to her chest, the sweat moulding the cloth to her firm high breasts and catching many eyes. Most of which turned away at the look in the huntresses eyes.<br/><br/>The group of warriors caught her attention for a moment and both sisters looked on as Silven swiftly dispatched his challenger. Kynrind only sneered, turning away while Anoria looked on with interest. Rising to her feet when the youth's throat was almost crushed.<br/><br/>"Leave him Anoria," Kyn snapped, grabbing her sister's arm. "He's fine and there is no need for you to waste your healing on trainees and practice." She said, her voice cold as she looked at the men.<br/><br/>Anoria frowned, pulling her hand from Kyn's. "I heal who I may and who needs it. I take no favorites, Kynrnd, you know that. It's a nice morning, let's not spoil it  just yet," the pale haired priestess said, sitting on the end of the bench. Kyn grumbled, and turned away, looking at the female Sentinels practicing, preferring to ignore the male warriors while Anoria just sat and watched Silven spar.