[Training] dreams of slaying

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Skipping over a few longer, jagged pieces of lava layers, the youth clambered over to a widened expanse, tooth still in hand, as they found a flattened, well-worn place for eventual training. Placing her bag down, and permitting both companions to guard it, the Honeybee contemplated efforts. They’d need to work beneficially – her uncle surely had some other incantations to potentially implement and utilize, while she aimed and sought to impale it.

Shrugging her shoulders at the inward thoughts, she raised her chin back towards her taller relative. “What if you conjure something I can stab? Or do you have anything you need to practice with?”

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita