Brave Girl just was.
She looked around her place in the world in which she inhabited and concentrated on just being.
She had battles to fight still.
On just being present, and aware. On just being true and sincere.
On being fallible and flawed and fierce and funny.
On trimming the excess until she got to the core.
On being flexible, and trying new things.
On stretching and growing, but not settling or accepting of things or people just because they were too hard, or because she was afraid of missing out on something.
Brave Girl was resting, recuperating and reevaluating.
Not motionless, not still, not even tranquil. But centered and stable and poised. She did not quite know what the future held, but she was excited about it, regardless of the battles ahead.