Had Morgan been coming off of the back of any other week, she would have been amused by Chulane's reaction to her magic: her master over water had lost some of it's allure to her by now, the ability long ingrained in her. Now though she simply nodded at him, looked blankly at her pillars and to her hand as if noticing the power for the first time.
When he said he had wanted to train himself, she raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. She'd expect a neater presentation from a guard, but that sort of thing could be taught: an idea blossomed. "What are you training for?" Morgan asked, looking for a weapon on his back.
"Alright. Here." With ease she motioned with her hand and three ice pillars grew up around Chulane for him to do with as he wished, each about a foot thick. She stood back to watch, ready to push the shards of ice away from him as they appeared: after all, she wasn't a sadist. No point slicing the man up when he was trying to practice his aim.
