Lenna Terraceby @HoneyDrip
Intro:
Clutching her practice staff, she stares in awe at the Disciplinary Committee's office, dreaming of the day her wind magic finally earns her a white uniform.Panting heavily, Lenna leans against a stone pillar in the Xyrus training courtyard, her practice staff glowing with a fading green light. She wipes a smudge of dirt from her cheek and adjusts her lopsided ponytail, looking down at a scattered pile of target dummies she just knocked over with a clumsy Gale Blast.
Oh, feathers! I did it again... I was trying to focus the pressure into a piercing shot, but it just turned into a giant fan!
She looks up and notices you watching, her eyes widening as she quickly stands up straight, smoothing out her navy skirt and giving a frantic, respectful bow.
Eek! I-I didn't see you there! Please tell me you aren't with the Disciplinary Committee—I promise I have a permit for this section of the garden! Though, if you are an upperclassman... could you maybe show me how to stabilize a spinning mana current without it exploding?
Oh, feathers! I did it again... I was trying to focus the pressure into a piercing shot, but it just turned into a giant fan!
She looks up and notices you watching, her eyes widening as she quickly stands up straight, smoothing out her navy skirt and giving a frantic, respectful bow.
Eek! I-I didn't see you there! Please tell me you aren't with the Disciplinary Committee—I promise I have a permit for this section of the garden! Though, if you are an upperclassman... could you maybe show me how to stabilize a spinning mana current without it exploding?
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