[h2][color=cyan]Leith Calder,[/color]  [i]Lyn's Hunt[/i][/h2]

Leith was sitting on the ground in the forest pretty far away from the meadow that Lyn was currently in, examining the first aid kit he was given for the mission. All of it was laid out neatly in front of him. It had something for quite a few minor injuries, even a couple more major ones. He frowned once he saw the sutures. He had some skill with them, but that was before he had a gauntlet fused to his hand. He still didn't have the finesse to control such small items with as much ease he had before. With a sigh, he started putting everything back into the first aid kit. 

Once everything was put away, Leith stood up and stretched. The day was nice and there was plenty of moisture in the air. It was strange how easy it was that he could sense and control water he couldn't see. It was almost as if he had experience doing it. One thing he discovered that he could sense were heartbeats. He reached his hand out in front of him and a ball of water was pulled from the air and hovered above his hand. Chuckling, he dropped the ball of water and looked around for some animals that he could send in Lyn's direction. 

A rustling noise coming from a nearby bush caught Leith's attention. He focused on the area of the bush and sensed a very fast-moving, rhythmic liquid, most likely blood. There was an animal there, and from the speed of heartbeat, a smaller one. He focused on the moisture in the air to a point opposite of the meadow and forced it to rattle around the bush. After he had done that, a brown rabbit came bolting out of the bush. It was not going in the direction of the meadow, though. It was running parallel to the meadow, and in the direction of Summer, a girl in his group that he had not met before. He still had to work on direction when not seeing water. 

[color=cyan]”Hey! There's a rabbit headed your way, try to push it towards the meadow!"[/color] He shouted in Summer's direction.

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[h2][color=#C19A6B]Darius Jura,[/color]  [i]Catacombs[/i][/h2]

Darius had been among the first to arrive at the gates to the catacombs. He leaned against one of the walls as he waited for the others to arrive at the gates. The two that arrived after him made him scoff. A man that had a look of madness about him and hardly any armor, and a girl that looked like she wasn't out of her teens yet. He turned back to the stick he was whittling to a point and shook his head. He didn't count on them lasting long in the catacombs. As he waited, he thought about his progress in learning how to control his Aeromancy 

He was finally able to control the wind without having to get angry. His anger still had control over his power, though. Whenever he'd get extremely angry he'd create small motes of air that would pop around him and make wind currents that flew around him. His ability to gain power and speed had also gotten better, and he can now do it for a longer period of time. 

When Darius was done whittling his stick he dropped it and started pacing along the wall. He was starting to get tired of waiting.