Elián;
Another spear of ice shatters into the air, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
"…I'm too fucking slow!" I groan as the shimmering fragments dissolve into mist before ever reaching the training dummy standing several paces away.
I lower my hand with a sigh.
I chose this space to train because this field is usually empty at this hour.
There's still dew on the grass, and the morning air whispers gently against my skin. In the castle way behind me, I can hear the noise and whispers of people moving about, but out here, it's just me.
Well…Not quite.
"Your control improved." Elien's voice echoes softly inside our shared mind, and I roll my eyes.
"By barely anything," I reply, and he pauses, then speaks again.
"Better than yesterday." For some strange reason, the usual temperamental, impatient Elien has been…kinder. I noticed this since the night I killed Bram.
