While Edward pondered on the civil crisis in MARC, Fiona and Beatrice squabbled in the woods. Fiona's hands were fisted at her sides, as she stared at the older woman in frustration. Her jaws were clenched and her eyes were mildly furious. Beatrice, on the other hand, gave her the "i-don't-care-if-don't-wanna-do-it-you-gotta-do-it-'cause-I-said-so" look, standing akimbo and tilting her head to drive in her point. They'd been at it for minutes! And Fiona was getting tired of explaining herself.
"I've told you a thousand times... I can't do it! I can't blast down a 15-foot tree in one go. I can barely take down a flower for Chrissake!"
Beatrice folded her arms, raising an amused eyebrow. "Well, my calculations say you can, you've just never tried. And as a part of your mana management therapy, you have to try."
