It had been about a week since the Million ceremonies, in which Ver had gifted Arya her new sword. Sure, she liked her ragged little sword, but she had to admit, this new one was pretty dope. Now she just had to figure out how to use it. She'd been putting it off since her accident, but she wouldn't any longer considering she didn't know if the shadows around her eyes were temporary or permanent.
Today, she rose with a yawn, stretching out her limbs and eating her breakfast before returning to her den to retrieve her new prized possession. Upon picking it up by the handle, she teetered slightly, not realizing how heavy it would be compared to her small pocket knife. Arya instantly drops it, huffing indignantly as it hits her paws and wincing slightly. This was gonna be a fuck-ton harder now that she couldn't see anything. Still, her mother's crafting was a perfect size for her and the obsidian savannah was determined to prove herself with this new weapon to wield, even if it took her a while.
Arya slipped the wakizashi into the sheath strung around her shoulders, slipping out into the territory to find the perfect place to practice - or maybe the perfect creature to practice with.