Lenna Terrace

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?