scars of glory on our skin
come what may, we'll keep surviving.
Ashe tilted her head at the mention of being lost, but didn’t question it. It seemed many people who had been lost had been returning of late, herself among them. "I hear the path shifts and moves," she remarked, bouncing her brows like she was saying something scary. "Would chalk marks be of any real help then?"She paced a few steps, keeping him in her line of sight. She hadn’t trained with anyone other than Kalt in a long while, and she was pleasantly surprised that the Launcelyn was so eager to accept a training session with her. Was he trying to get a feeling for her power, as she was doing to him? He paused with a, ’Ready?’ and---
With a flourish of magic, a fucking thunderbird unfurled to life with mighty wings. She cursed and dove to the ground at a roll as it shot through the air at an impossible speed. Five hells that thing was big! She righted herself and spun to face the bird, acting automatically, on instinct as she pushed her open palms outward to either side. And with a wild, two-toned crack! Lightning exploded from her palms.
One pillar arced for the bird, the other? For Loren. She aimed it toward his feet - she wasn’t looking to kill him - but the bird she did not pull her hit from.
ASHETTA
