Thump.
Well, it was worth a shot, she thought to herself, studying the dagger that was well off target. Her dreams of mastering several types of weaponry was going at a good pace, but she was yet to be subjected to anything real like a mission she often saw other Initiates going off to. Instead, the others were doing the retrieving, bringing back fragments of no real value but brought to Zephyrine in her quiet room. Everyday, a knock on her door and a Proctor with a box, and after five minutes, leaving with an object that was newly reconstructed.
Today she had been promised a mission, but they assigned it to someone else more qualified at the last minute.
Zephy dug a hand around the pouch attached to her hip, pulling out a piece of steel that was no longer sharp enough to cut her skin. In her palm, it was small, but her mind knew where the original weapon grew to. A small throwing knife with a great balance in hand, magic bringing the thought image to life and the red-haired Initiate sent it flying to the target.
Better. She grinned at the result. It was much closer to the desired spot, proud that she knew the best way of recreating a weapon. Now she merely needed more steel...
Her head whipped around, brown eyes searching the area as the smallest of noises interrupted her quiet training session. An audience was the last thing she wished for, opting to forgo meeting other Initiates inhabiting this Academy. No connection, no heartfelt bonds. If she wanted to achieve the power she knew she could work towards, she needed to be unfeeling and damn what the Proctors of now thought.
Kor
Well, it was worth a shot, she thought to herself, studying the dagger that was well off target. Her dreams of mastering several types of weaponry was going at a good pace, but she was yet to be subjected to anything real like a mission she often saw other Initiates going off to. Instead, the others were doing the retrieving, bringing back fragments of no real value but brought to Zephyrine in her quiet room. Everyday, a knock on her door and a Proctor with a box, and after five minutes, leaving with an object that was newly reconstructed.
Today she had been promised a mission, but they assigned it to someone else more qualified at the last minute.
Zephy dug a hand around the pouch attached to her hip, pulling out a piece of steel that was no longer sharp enough to cut her skin. In her palm, it was small, but her mind knew where the original weapon grew to. A small throwing knife with a great balance in hand, magic bringing the thought image to life and the red-haired Initiate sent it flying to the target.
Better. She grinned at the result. It was much closer to the desired spot, proud that she knew the best way of recreating a weapon. Now she merely needed more steel...
Her head whipped around, brown eyes searching the area as the smallest of noises interrupted her quiet training session. An audience was the last thing she wished for, opting to forgo meeting other Initiates inhabiting this Academy. No connection, no heartfelt bonds. If she wanted to achieve the power she knew she could work towards, she needed to be unfeeling and damn what the Proctors of now thought.
Kor