Ursula Franzdottir is indeed a formidable warrior. Our match today was, I hope, only the first of many. There is much I can learn from wrestling with her, I have not faced many flying opponents.
I was reminded of wrestling with my siblings. I miss them, and their children and my family and clan and the open sky.
In Cavae, when the septs came together for a few weeks or months, we would see strange faces. But over the weeks, even if we never learned the names of some of the others, we would learn their faces, and we always knew that they were our people, the People of the Wind, Here... I have never seen so many people. Surely they must see strangers every day. Kolbrá speaks of "her people" as if all of these people follow the king, her father, and owe allegiance to her. But we stand here, trapped within these absurd walls, and the people she leads are outside those walls.
How can her father lead a people he does not know? Inside these walls there is food, there is drink, and safety and comfort. There are guards patrolling the walls, standing around inside the walls, prepared to defend. What is it like outside? How well can her brother Ymir know his city?
But that seems to be the way of these people of Ashes. Some have much, and others go without. That is what I saw on our brief journey into the safety of these wall.