remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
If anyone detested his training methods or instruction, they’d never said anything. Patient and composed, capable of extending wisdom and sagacity in the particulars of magic, of swordsmanship, of general melee and violence, he’d always attempted to guide them by means of experience. To let them think. To let them wonder. To let them try. He wouldn’t force-feed them nuances of information. He wouldn’t tell them anything more than necessary. He wouldn’t heighten their egos. What the beast did permit and coincide with was a growing of confidence, of strength, of determination – no time to wonder if they faltered, if they were dismayed. They learned to correct the problem, to adjust, to try and attempt, instead of miring themselves into the ground.Because it would be the latter that got someone killed. No time to second-guess. No wondering, hoping, wishing, and praying.
He watched as she billowed the flames – redirected, flying without similar whims. “Can you try a certain direction?” How much control was truly embodied? Or was it simply not enough, and would have to be more than fledgling winds?
This time his hands glowed, gilded refrains, as he created tiny particles of wood, like chips, like splinters, like filaments, before lifting them in the air, tossing them her way.
out for vengeance
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