Kalila made her way through the halls resignedly, her boots treading softly across the marble floor. She hated this time of day, really she did. It was almost noon, judging by the way the sun slanted across the floor through the windows and that mean only one thing. Practice time. She sighed and shook her head, her dark hair swaying as she did so, wondering what kind of crazy stunts the weapons master was going to make her go through today as she continued to make her way towards the barracks. Born into a family that ruled over the feudal lands, and being the only girl at that had pushed her to try and prove herself in a world full of males, wanting everyone to see her as a person, not just another pretty bauble of the court. She was a warrior, something that caused her mother no end of distress and amusement from her father and brothers, only indulging in her activities when it amused them. She would show them all what she could do and one day surpass them all. Maybe they would finally see her then. She just.....well she just hated practicing sometimes.....everyone was like that at times...right? "Practice again little sister? When are you ever going to give up? Go and play with your pretty dresses and dolls." She was roused from her thoughts by passing one of her brothers, a pretty woman on his arm as always. Dram was always chasing another set of skirts, and the one on his arm was his most recent toy. She stopped for him and eyed the woman up and down, her nose wrinkling in disdain. Another whore looking to weasel their way into the family. Lovely. "I have better things to do with my time, brother, than to indulge in nonsense. Now why don't you go back to what you do best. Picking up whore and filling their ears with with sweet lies and false promises,"she with a sneer, her hands tightening on the hilts of the katanas strapped to her waist. She sniffed and turned away from them before he or the woman could reply, their faces shocked. She finally reached what she was looking for, passing through the large oaken doors to the practice arena outside and she breathed deeply. Perhaps practice wouldn't be so bad today at all, not with the mood she was in now, no thanks to Dram. She did not see the master at the moment and so she headed over to a shaded area, nodding to a few fellow soldiers who were sparring and began to stretch, her leather armor letting her move easily.