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Nieve simply nodded her head in acknowledgement of Cass' thanks before she went on. "Where I am from, we refer to something called uchta'neacht. In this language it would translate roughly to 'heart strength'. You have protected your misfits for years now, proven strong enough to fight for the survival of your own when nobody cared about you. This shows that you have uchta'neacht. But in joining us, you will soon face trials you have yet to confront, where simply having it will not be sufficient."
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath inwards as though sniffing the air. "I lived long enough amongst warring clans to know the smell of war on the air, and the air is thick with it. Nobody speaks of it, but many know it. Soon you will find that you need to fight when you have enemies that care all too much."
Cass had been experiencing something like pride. it swelled at Nieve's words, warmed her, and made her feel like the strife might one day be worth it. And that this was just the start. But reality soon came to tap her on the shoulder.
"That is the main difference" she said, more to herself. Her voice came out quiter than intended, so she cleared her throat before continuing. "You can't smell it when you're human." A pause, a short intake of breath; "The largest part of my life was spent peacefully. No one wanted to harm me. A single bite and it's like learning to walk again... with four legs. Nothing's how it used to be. And you want it back. You want it back so bad that you think not giving in, not stepping up, not fighting, indulging, will return it to you.
We have lived in very different worlds. I want my old one back. But I understand, now, that's impossible. So I will learn to live in yours." Cass smiled - a real rarity, it was sorry, but it was there.
Nieve opened her eyes again and fixed Cass with a stare that was hard, but not unkind. "Very different worlds indeed. I have known only two worlds, and of the two, this one is far the kinder. You must learn quickly. If you do not have the strength to not only survive, but protect the rest of the pack, all you are is a target. A weak point in the armour of the pack, where a blade can be thrust to crack the whole."
She turned to look towards the cellar door as she went on, "I trust you are aware of tonight's purpose?"
Cass had been nodding along to show her understanding. The gesture turned into a sort of confused head-tild at Nieve's question. It was the kind of expression someone might have if they were struggling to read something that they could't quite make out.
She hoped she'd been harvesting her information correctly.
You're going to rip my face off, friend?
"Um... r-ritual combat?" She tried, sounding extremely hesitant.
Laughing, an oddly warm and hearty laugh considering her otherwise stony demeanour, Nieve shook her head. "Perhaps were we far south of here, it might have so grandiose a name. Most of the pack call it 'fight night', and it amounts more to sparring than anything more brutal."
Her expression returned to a more serious one within a few moments. "But that is not to say it is unimportant. I would have you face me. Show me your uchta'neacht, and prove that you have what it takes to hold your place with us. I do not expect you to win, but only to give it your all. Strength of body and mind can be trained with time, but strength of heart is more difficult to nurture. If you can demonstrate you have the latter, then you will earn yourself respect. If it turns out that I am wrong ..." she let the sentence hang unfinished, shaking her head.
Nieve's laughter made Cass jump slightly, but she was sure to collect herself. So, fight night. No face tearing, at least, it seemed. She was expecting it to be somehwhat like those pub brawls she'd had to pull Adrien out of back when they'd been together. Then again, that was the other world she spoke of.
The woman's talking ceased. Cass found herself curiously riled.
"You aren't."
A half-smirk found its way to Nieve's face in response to Cass's assertion. "Good. I look forward to you convincing me." she replied, before turning to stride away. "I will see you downstairs."