moirasfinnigan
Artisan
Rohnan stepped forward to admire her work. The ice storm fallowed by the flame storm had her, quite literally, blowing off steam. The training dummy that was the target of her outpour was slightly smouldering as Rohnan drew her sword and started attacking it. And yet the chorus of voices in her mind wouldn’t quit.
With a yell she threw her sword aside and started to pace. Jinn was probably not dead. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t in danger or trouble. She also knew that he was just as likely to get himself out of any mess as easily as he got himself in it... but she had every right to worry.
Jinn was family. He made them a family. When she and Calan came back from that other shard with no memories of this place, Jinn was the only one who took the time to took the time to talk to her about who she was. Well the only one to do so that didn’t then immediately ask her to go grind up Fey. So she was worried. And it pissed her off that she apparently wasn’t aloud to. Why was it so wrong for her to worry about those she cared about. And what made Calan think he had any more right to want to look into this than her.
A single tear rolled down her cheek before she brushed it away. ‘None of that’ she thought to herself. As she turned back to the dummy. This time hurting lightning at it.
With a yell she threw her sword aside and started to pace. Jinn was probably not dead. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t in danger or trouble. She also knew that he was just as likely to get himself out of any mess as easily as he got himself in it... but she had every right to worry.
Jinn was family. He made them a family. When she and Calan came back from that other shard with no memories of this place, Jinn was the only one who took the time to took the time to talk to her about who she was. Well the only one to do so that didn’t then immediately ask her to go grind up Fey. So she was worried. And it pissed her off that she apparently wasn’t aloud to. Why was it so wrong for her to worry about those she cared about. And what made Calan think he had any more right to want to look into this than her.
A single tear rolled down her cheek before she brushed it away. ‘None of that’ she thought to herself. As she turned back to the dummy. This time hurting lightning at it.