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12:21 AM
[Tear is at the training hall, as she always is sometime before noon comes. However in a slight break from the norm, all the provided training weapons are still settled on their racks, she's not really working on physical ability today.
Standing before a group of practice dummies, she starts to gather the familiar kinetic energy, but silently; challenging herself by forgoing the aid of incantation for concentration alone, thoughts cleared from the forced focus on the thrum of the current circulating through her. No matter how troubling or persistent, all are indiscriminately shoved away. A part of her can't help but revel in that clarity, it honestly is a welcome reprieve considering recently. But... she knows better, it's just an easy escape and nothing is changed after. She came here to get something accomplished, not get false comfort.
Directing with her will, along with a slight gesture at the line of puppets, she releases the pent-up energy and a symbol-like spark flashes on each doll in rapid succession down the row before all ignite at once. The next second, the flames die out as instantaneously as they were formed, and she judges her work briefly... and starts to repeat, though with distinctions in each attempt: faster, larger, every other one, only the two on the end...
She'll be at it for a while, at least until the heavier strain takes its toll and forces a break, or the sentinel assigned to the hall happens to decide that's enough fire inside for one day and shoos her out entirely]
Standing before a group of practice dummies, she starts to gather the familiar kinetic energy, but silently; challenging herself by forgoing the aid of incantation for concentration alone, thoughts cleared from the forced focus on the thrum of the current circulating through her. No matter how troubling or persistent, all are indiscriminately shoved away. A part of her can't help but revel in that clarity, it honestly is a welcome reprieve considering recently. But... she knows better, it's just an easy escape and nothing is changed after. She came here to get something accomplished, not get false comfort.
Directing with her will, along with a slight gesture at the line of puppets, she releases the pent-up energy and a symbol-like spark flashes on each doll in rapid succession down the row before all ignite at once. The next second, the flames die out as instantaneously as they were formed, and she judges her work briefly... and starts to repeat, though with distinctions in each attempt: faster, larger, every other one, only the two on the end...
She'll be at it for a while, at least until the heavier strain takes its toll and forces a break, or the sentinel assigned to the hall happens to decide that's enough fire inside for one day and shoos her out entirely]