Even from this distance, the illusionist could appreciate how the tall girl's training showed in each precise grip and the way she minded her feet. She even kept the center of her weight distribution in near perfect places.
All the while, the swordswoman's tendrils of spirit crawled ahead and around to scout for dangers.
"Qatrand moves like he has done this a hundred times."
Fusand's observation drew a 'smug' smile from Elua. She turned her face and showed it in its full 'haughty' state. He kept his features stable, but for some reason… the sandy haired teen just really felt like that look provoked violence!
"More than a hundred. Just not on quite such a tall tower. Do you think a family like theirs would not want their best to show off how they excel at a place like this?"
