Rhiannon
Rhiannon followed Sah to an isolated section of the training ground, away from other soldiers who might get caught in the literal crossfire. She’d never thought about training her lightning in the way that Sah described, but it was certainly an interesting exercise to consider. ”I’m game,” she said after a brief moment of consideration. ”Let’s give it a try.”
The soldier watched the lightning in Sah’s palm, a moment of jealousy flaring in her chest as she thought of her own weak abilities. But that was not a beneficial use of her emotions, so she turned it instead to focusing on the task at hand. When Sah passed her the lightning, she tried to catch it, fighting to keep control of even the small amount of lightning she was given. Rhi looked back at Sah. ”I don’t want to hurt you on accident,” she admitted hesitantly. What if she shot it back too much or too fast?
The soldier watched the lightning in Sah’s palm, a moment of jealousy flaring in her chest as she thought of her own weak abilities. But that was not a beneficial use of her emotions, so she turned it instead to focusing on the task at hand. When Sah passed her the lightning, she tried to catch it, fighting to keep control of even the small amount of lightning she was given. Rhi looked back at Sah. ”I don’t want to hurt you on accident,” she admitted hesitantly. What if she shot it back too much or too fast?
they say looks can kill and I might try
