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53 Searing 121
The art of pictography was not new to Kala, but a great deal of her training had occurred at Starfall before she arrived in Kalzasi and, since then, pushed down the list of her priorities while she focused on the exigencies of being an adult in the capital, seeing to her family's finances. But when she could find time, she did devote herself to her blades, her magic, and even her dancing. Perhaps someday she would be too focused on the economy of Starfall to remain well-rounded, but for the time being, she wanted all her skills honed to be of service to her House.
At her carrel, she had a small collection of books and scrolls, some stacked, others opened, while she made careful notes on her own parchment. There were some things she could do with elemental lodestones, of course, but she was taking her thoughtful path toward creating some dragonshard foci for future endeavors. After all, she was championing a young runeforger to her lady mother, hoping that he would be a good resource under House Leukos' patronage, and he seemed keen to innovate. She wanted to help him with that. But to make her foci, she would require dragonshards. She and Kaus had already survived their Warren March, but going down into the Warrens was still dangerous, even with both of them now considered full-fledged adults. But another dive might yield more interesting dragonshards to work with than she could purchase, and while she wasn't ridiculously frugal, she would rather save her money for things she couldn't acquire herself. And a dive into the Warrens would help her keep herself sharp. Just because she didn't have wings didn't mean she wouldn't defend Kalzasi as fiercely as her brother.
Kaus was nowhere to be found, which wasn't surprising given she was surrounded by lore. He much preferred the open air and the simplicity of weapons training. She could feel him through their bond, of course, and knew he was fine. If she was not fine, she knew he would come running or flying, not ceasing until he was beside her. They made a good team.
She murmured something to herself and set one page aside, thinking it unlikely she would come across a prismatorium in the Warrens. The bit of scrivening she had plotted out on paper looked worthy of development; the theoretical design she had so far seemed workable even if it required impossible resources. She would continue working on designs she was more likely to be able to execute, but first...
Kala imagined a string running from the floor to the ceiling and going through her spine, imagining it stretching as she sat up straight and well-aligned before twisting and holding herself against the chair back. Too much sitting could lead to bad posture. She rose, then, and rested her hand lightly on the chair back as she went through a series of exercises to loosen her muscles and remind them how they ought to carry her, all gleaned from years of dance training.
53 Searing 121
The art of pictography was not new to Kala, but a great deal of her training had occurred at Starfall before she arrived in Kalzasi and, since then, pushed down the list of her priorities while she focused on the exigencies of being an adult in the capital, seeing to her family's finances. But when she could find time, she did devote herself to her blades, her magic, and even her dancing. Perhaps someday she would be too focused on the economy of Starfall to remain well-rounded, but for the time being, she wanted all her skills honed to be of service to her House.
At her carrel, she had a small collection of books and scrolls, some stacked, others opened, while she made careful notes on her own parchment. There were some things she could do with elemental lodestones, of course, but she was taking her thoughtful path toward creating some dragonshard foci for future endeavors. After all, she was championing a young runeforger to her lady mother, hoping that he would be a good resource under House Leukos' patronage, and he seemed keen to innovate. She wanted to help him with that. But to make her foci, she would require dragonshards. She and Kaus had already survived their Warren March, but going down into the Warrens was still dangerous, even with both of them now considered full-fledged adults. But another dive might yield more interesting dragonshards to work with than she could purchase, and while she wasn't ridiculously frugal, she would rather save her money for things she couldn't acquire herself. And a dive into the Warrens would help her keep herself sharp. Just because she didn't have wings didn't mean she wouldn't defend Kalzasi as fiercely as her brother.
Kaus was nowhere to be found, which wasn't surprising given she was surrounded by lore. He much preferred the open air and the simplicity of weapons training. She could feel him through their bond, of course, and knew he was fine. If she was not fine, she knew he would come running or flying, not ceasing until he was beside her. They made a good team.
She murmured something to herself and set one page aside, thinking it unlikely she would come across a prismatorium in the Warrens. The bit of scrivening she had plotted out on paper looked worthy of development; the theoretical design she had so far seemed workable even if it required impossible resources. She would continue working on designs she was more likely to be able to execute, but first...
Kala imagined a string running from the floor to the ceiling and going through her spine, imagining it stretching as she sat up straight and well-aligned before twisting and holding herself against the chair back. Too much sitting could lead to bad posture. She rose, then, and rested her hand lightly on the chair back as she went through a series of exercises to loosen her muscles and remind them how they ought to carry her, all gleaned from years of dance training.
