Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Wholly unaccustomed to praise, even the sparse compliment had her stunned. Slowly stepping up to retrieve her daggers, Maea carefully wiped the sand from blade and handle before rejoining the chakram and tying it to her belt.
"... thank you." Unsure what to do with herself, she shoved her hands into the pockets of the coat. "Uh, yes. A shift... Molten Tiger. But that's all. I hear it's possible to develop more." But she had not. Not yet, at any rate. "Technically, I suppose I'm very young, compared to the others..." Newly born, or at least newly made, and then entombed in stone for the duration. It helped the impatience to remind herself of that.
"Do you have any advice, on how I might train myself?" Aside from throwing herself at mountains whenever possible, of course. That had worked so well.
"... thank you." Unsure what to do with herself, she shoved her hands into the pockets of the coat. "Uh, yes. A shift... Molten Tiger. But that's all. I hear it's possible to develop more." But she had not. Not yet, at any rate. "Technically, I suppose I'm very young, compared to the others..." Newly born, or at least newly made, and then entombed in stone for the duration. It helped the impatience to remind herself of that.
"Do you have any advice, on how I might train myself?" Aside from throwing herself at mountains whenever possible, of course. That had worked so well.
Maea
