[Training] threading the needle

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Wessex shrugs. “One at a time, I think, but I’ve never had the opportunity to try to keep two in me.” Her arrows, too, are better. One still misses, but the others have all hit and are closer to the mark. She is satisfied with her progress today, but it seems like there might be a way to push herself, or rather, the two of them. A thought occurs, and it might be rather dangerous, but there’s no better way to see how one will react under pressure. “Shall we try fighting with magic, then? Could you try lighting something - or things - on fire with the fireworks? And then I’ll play with it from there?” She sets about looking for a target, walking around the two of them in a circle when Rexanna says she’s been thinking about Ascending. It stops her in her tracks. Wessex looks at the girl with a thoughtful expression, something between disbelief, pity, and curiosity. It makes a lot more sense now, why she would be out here in the middle of the night, willing to put herself through Wessex’s paces. “Is that why you’re here?” She doesn’t wait for a response. “I either train or have serious conversations, but not both at the same time. Finish this first." Then she can have the full serious Wessex experience Not many people have had it and still like her. “So. Those targets?” She points to the one out in the open and the one up in the tree. Best to keep it simple and not set the whole forest on fire. The Ascended has faith in Edy’s power, but not her ability to control the flames without practice. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul