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trans_92010-03-25 12:14 pm
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Hit the Snooze Button
It was probably too soon for her to be back in her feet and training, but Kala couldn't just sit. Or sleep. She'd slept for days after the conflict, even when she was worried about Will's hands. And she was still worried about them. Naturally, since she couldn't do a gafting thing about it, she was working out her annoyance by working on her ability to control energy in the form of bolts from her staff. It also meant she had taken the time to find something relatively harmless to shoot. In the end, it was a ball of something inorganic, but light, and made out of a substance she was unfamiliar with, but it was as good as anything else.
An hour passed before she paused, leaning on her long staff, heavily winded, cold, and disappointed at the number of times she'd missed, as the ball rolled back toward her.
She lacked focus. Again. And this wasn't the first day since she'd finally made up lost sleep that she'd been out in the park picking away at her skills. They were better and whatever growing she'd needed to do had helped, but her aim was still off. After a moment, she closed her eyes and the staff became a sword. Kala moved through the practice routines Matt had given her to help train her in his Paladin path, but she found herself tiring quickly even as she drove all of her will into staying focused and channeling her energy.
A swing and thrust culminated in a burning itch that quickly became a warning twinge of pain. It threw off her balance and she felt her knees give. A second later, she was sprawled gracelessly across the grassy knoll where she'd been practicing, cussing softly under her breath as she stared up into a decidedly fake sky. She stayed there, her fingers clutching the hilt of her sword (which abruptly turned back into a pendant with a few concerned burbles and some garbled grumbling from Rising Phoenix), and for awhile, drifted into a light doze.
Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad thing.
An hour passed before she paused, leaning on her long staff, heavily winded, cold, and disappointed at the number of times she'd missed, as the ball rolled back toward her.
She lacked focus. Again. And this wasn't the first day since she'd finally made up lost sleep that she'd been out in the park picking away at her skills. They were better and whatever growing she'd needed to do had helped, but her aim was still off. After a moment, she closed her eyes and the staff became a sword. Kala moved through the practice routines Matt had given her to help train her in his Paladin path, but she found herself tiring quickly even as she drove all of her will into staying focused and channeling her energy.
A swing and thrust culminated in a burning itch that quickly became a warning twinge of pain. It threw off her balance and she felt her knees give. A second later, she was sprawled gracelessly across the grassy knoll where she'd been practicing, cussing softly under her breath as she stared up into a decidedly fake sky. She stayed there, her fingers clutching the hilt of her sword (which abruptly turned back into a pendant with a few concerned burbles and some garbled grumbling from Rising Phoenix), and for awhile, drifted into a light doze.
Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad thing.
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She shook her head slight.
"I'm a bit stiff, but I'm fine."