Each lesson turned out to be more work than fun to Azier's chagrin.
Amyra had taught him many spells and helped Azrianna hone in her specialty to heal others. Zephyra had taught him discipline to ignore pain, and they had worked on his ability to push out distractions. Azrianna and he mostly made love - but they found that the closer their bodies were together, the more 'mana' they shared between them, so it counted in their eyes. Seraphoena had started to try to talk Azier into doing things she wanted him to, but her powers of charm hadn't grown much. Really, she had just tempted him to lick her until she cried out in pleasure - and once more, he did far more play than work done.
So while most of them had been pleasant to train with - Evyra was not one of them. She had become a ruthless commander who expected nothing but perfection from a rag-tag group of soldiers who didn't know the first thing of what that even meant.
Tonight was no different.
