The private training ground echoed with the faint hum of ether and the sound of Brandon's sneakers scraping against the floor.
Naevora sat on the bench at the edge of the field with one long leg crossed over the other, sipping lazily from her bottle.
Strands of her dark hair clung to her temple in the summer heat, and though her expression was calm, her eyes never left the boy fumbling across the air.
Brandon concentrated and a faint shimmer pulsed under his feet as another disc of condensed ether appeared, perfectly rounded in the shape of a breast.
He hopped onto it, wobbling, then pushed himself higher, manifesting another disc a meter above.
He tried to land with precision, but the instant his balance faltered, the disc shattered into motes of light.
"Ah- damn it!" Brandon yelped as he dropped back to the training ground with a hard *thud*.
Naevora exhaled softly 'He was doing well yesterday... Hmm, I think he did that on instinct, and now he is trying to get it precisely.
