[Training] for old time's sake

He forgets that she is favored by One, and intensely hated by the other six (7 if you count the father-god). Is it a worthwhile trade-off? Her second life says hell yes, but she can see why anyone firmly dedicated (and beloved) to the Old Gods would immediately balk at it. Anyway. Back to the training. She’s not got her cloak on, which means her blonde mop of hair and light skin might make a better target for him. All her attention is centered on Rory’s palms, on the bits of flame that could actually kill her if either of them get too careless. He throws it at her - harder and faster than she expects, but there’s a certain kind of exhilaration that sweeps over her when she realizes he’s not going ‘easy.’ She dodges to the left and watches the ball sail by her, presumably to be extinguished by Rory at some point. Or to land and burn itself out. Which might not be the best idea. So he’s got two things to do, really. Light her up and put it all out afterward. “Good,” she says with a small twinkle. “Now see if you can throw one, more slowly, and then split it into two in mid-air. Put them at chest height and i’ll just drop to the ground.” Cause one is great, but two is better, and three? Well with three, his opponents might have a genuine problem. Oh boy. Dear, sweet Rory might actually be able to cause problems all by himself soon. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm