Wren managed to stay close to her friends as they assimilated into the larger grouping of students en route to the arena. “Yeah,” she said, showing some concern for Jonathan as he delivered a static shock to himself. “I get that. Learning control is important. But one of these days, we all might have to use our Primalisms in a fight.” She shrugged at her own comment, and continued, “Even if it’s just to defend ourselves. You know?” She shrugged again; she hoped she’d grow old to be proven wrong.

Once their “Stormkin Trio,” as Wren had just then decided to call their party of three, walked through the door out of the auditorium, she danced her way around them to set herself at the front point of their formation. Once firmly in place and on step, she capped her sidestepping with a small “Pasion Twirl” as she called them; a slow and steady toe spin [modified for lack of proper footwear] while keeping a narrow stance and forward momentum.

Much in the same position as Jonathan, her finesse with her Primality still had much to be desired. As she spun, a circle of air blew a minor gust out from her knee downward. Otherwise innocuous, the more densely packed grouping of students might catch a stray pocket meeting their walk with resistance; something likely due to draw the ire of at least one person.