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[center][h3]Late Afternoon of Day 1[/h3][/center]
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(continued from discord)
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Vey turned her attention to Cisna while Asri was speaking and while her eyes were now focused on Cisna, her ears were all Asri's. They had been training for a few hours now and Cisna was surely on the verge of collasping from exertion, yet the seemingly feeble Anserian was pushing through any exhaustion. Vey knew the basics of her pupil's story however there was something else there she wasn't aware of. Behind all of that shyness and awkwardness was a drive that nearly resembled her own. It was the reason why Vey even was here training her in the first place instead of training on her own like usual. The Amali turned her head back to Asri as she finished with what she was saying and moved onto expressing a kind of thanks. They seemed to share a similar philosophy on the subject.

There was likely few who could match Vey's skills with a bow and she could very well be called a master of her craft. However, she knew very well she would never accomplish her goals if she stopped trying to improve and reached what lies beyond mastery. She could tell that Asri held a large amount of wisdom herself but her instincts were telling her something else was at play as well. Vey's hands found their way onto her own hips and she gave a smirk towards Asri, fully aware of the change in her facial features.

[color=9C70CE][b]"You haven't seen anything yet."[/b][/color] She turned her head backwards to Cisna again [color=9C70CE][b]"Cisna!"[/b][/color] She yelled out [color=D8D982][b]"Y-yes?"[/b][/color] The suddeness of Vey's voice caused her to jump [color=9C70CE][b]"You can stop. Leave and take a shower, alright?"[/b][/color] Vey's voice was less harsh than before [color=D8D982][b]"I w-will. Th-thank y-you!"[/b][/color] Joy was clearly expressed in her tone [color=9C70CE][b]"Now get going before I change my mind."[/b][/color] Vey responded strictly, causing Cisna to make her way towards the door quickly [color=D8D982][b]"Ah! O-okay! Oh, n-n-nice to meet you Asri!"[/b][/color]

Cisna waved towards the half-Draeni as she darted out the door, leaving Asri and Vey as the only ones in the room. Outside in the hallway, she fell back against the cool, stone wall and took a deep breath. Training with Vey was particularly rough today. However, she had to get stronger so she could make it out there on her own. Suddenly a sharp, painful throbbing erupted in her head and she dropped to her knees. Her knuckles rushed to the sides of her temples and began rubbing them furiously trying to relieve even a small portion of the pain. Her mouth let out small cries as it only intensified to the point tears began to form in her eyes. As soon as it started, it seemed to end and she was with her chest heaving back and forth as she hunched over. Her arms and legs trembled yet she stood back up. These headaches of hers were constantly getting worse giving more reason for her to get stronger. No matter what, she had to ask him. She had to ask him 'why'. The trembling continued as she made her way back to her room.

[color=9C70CE][b]"I'm afraid we'll have to hold any sparring for tomorrow. That girl can be surprisingly fierce."[/b][/color] She continued after Cisna left. 

With a turn on the toe of her boot, she turned around and walked more towards the center of the arena. Outside of this place she hardly met anyone that was truly interesting yet at the Sanctuary they came in waves. Asri, however, was different. Vey's instincts pulled her to the half-Draeni stirring a curiosity that would be difficult to satiate. After a few steps, she spun in place and looked back at Asri with a coy look in her eyes. Asri expressed clear interest in her yet her attention kept drifting towards Cisna, as if her presence somehow was making her uncomfortable.

[color=9C70CE][b]"So Asri, I usually don't pry into others affairs but do you mind telling me what brought you here?"[/b][/color] She asked with a half-playful tone.