Although there was a great deal to do for their new quest from Safrin, still Hadama made sure that he took the time to keep up his Academy training. Raw power had rarely been an issue for him, but precision... precision was where he knew he was often lacking.
He had come to the surface today to practice, choosing the Isles in their slow, stately dance across the Arclight for his training. He had carved half a dozen lengths of driftwood into tall, straight staves, pointed at one end and with holes drilled through the other, like giant sewing needles. Planting them in the shallows of a shady lagoon, he created a semicircular challenge course.
Lifting a fist-sized ball of seawater with his magic he held it hovering in front of him, considering the first target in silent contemplation as he stilled his mind in preparation for the task ahead.
Andromeda
He had come to the surface today to practice, choosing the Isles in their slow, stately dance across the Arclight for his training. He had carved half a dozen lengths of driftwood into tall, straight staves, pointed at one end and with holes drilled through the other, like giant sewing needles. Planting them in the shallows of a shady lagoon, he created a semicircular challenge course.
Lifting a fist-sized ball of seawater with his magic he held it hovering in front of him, considering the first target in silent contemplation as he stilled his mind in preparation for the task ahead.
Andromeda
