It was her second day in Corus and Iskra'a mind began to turn to the job at hand. She put aside her musings on some of the interesting denizens of Corus she had met yesterday and turned instead to business.

She had decided firstly to get a good view of the lay of the land, so to speak. Her horse, Morke, needed exercising and she needed to stretch out and do some weapons practice. She also wanted to take in a closer view of the palace.

Earlier that day she had taken a stroll up through the city to take in what she called the business end of the palace, all the bustling and busy gates and comings and going, not to mention the heavily garded and fortified entrances. Now she wanted to view the palace from the Forrest and see if there were any opportunities for entry here before she decided her strategy. She also needed to work out the kinks in her muscles from her travels.

She rode into the forrest a little way, close enough to the roads and to civilisation, but secluded enough so she should, goddess willing, be able to exercise in private.

She found a reasonable sized coppice that would suit and teathered Morke to a tree where he could munch on grass until his heart was content. Patting his head and murmering to him in Scanran she moved into the clearing and began stretching out. She was exeptionally limber but groaned as the knots worked out of her muscles.

She took out a set of throwing knives and began some target practice on a distant tree, narrowing her eyes to focus on a knot in the wood and grinning as she flicked her arm and released the knife.