A set of eyes remained closed as Qatrand focused on steadying her breathing. The familiar weight of her sword sat across her lap while she practiced using her spirit to direct essence.
Besides the panicked moment of 'necessity' during the activation of the gravity sigils at the anomaly site, the young cultivator had not been as capable of extending it fully across her tendrils. She was sure at first that it was because her understanding of where they actually were at all times was vague… and that she had merely been lucky that so many rushed down at the same time she wanted her Gravity to anchor her to the earth.
But now, she could feel them weaving through the air of her room, gradually learning to move with more precision than ever before. Though a few too many trailed in the direction of the Goltbred estate.
'Here I am testing myself, after my wife tested me all evening.'
