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~Lisa's POV
"What you need is discipline," Lira added calmly, brushing her palms together as if dusting away invisible dirt.
I groaned. "Discipline? I've been sitting here for hours trying to move a rock. A rock, Lira. Not even a leaf or a feather, a rock!"
She chuckled lightly and walked around me in slow circles. "Do you think power comes to those who rest too soon? The mind is like fire; it burns brighter the more you feed it."
I sighed and leaned back on my hands. "Well, my fire is dying. I think it needs food. Or sleep. Or both."
Lira stopped in front of me and gave me a small, knowing smile. "You're stubborn, just like your mother was."
That caught my attention. I looked up. "You keep saying that. Did she complain this much, too?"
"Worse," Lira said, laughing softly. "She once threw a whole bowl of herbs at me because she couldn't control her flames. But she learned."
I smiled despite myself. "I guess that runs in the family."
