Behind my Back...
"Again!!" Vakiyv growled, watching Shyva act pathetically with her power. Intentionally flipping stones and shaking the ground. "What is wrong with you?" Vakiyv yelled, and Shyva stopped practising her powers, wearing a frown.
"You're not meant to stop practising." Vakiyv flung his arm, directed at breaking down a boulder. She hadn't disintegrated it for a cresce. "I don't understand how you could create a storm like that and can barely break a boulder. Your powers control you greatly, and you can't control your powers. Here you stand, a weakling." He spat, and she cast a condescending glance at his features. "You think I'm not trying enough, for vura."
"Then you're not trying harder. I don't know how long we'll be together. What happens if we find ourselves alone or retaken. Remember how vulnerability led us to your capture. Just remember how scared you were at the point of killing yourself."
