Asha hung on every word that Teowolf uttered, not a single word was missed. She clung to it, like her life depended on it. It didn't, of course, but she wanted to impress her mother, make her actually happy with her for once. Her relationship with her father had always been so easy, but with her mother, it was the complete opposite. It was difficult, like trying to push a boulder uphill all by herself.
She focused on her illusion magic and her blood magic, pushing feelings of doubt and fear aside. Her fear was silly. It was just an old memory her brain wouldn't let go of. A silly mistake she'd made in her past. Literally a simple knife slip. Every time her brain wanted to push against her, she pushed back.
She slowly imagined a happy place. The surrounding area shifted. From being the inside of a barn to becoming a training yard with dummies. Her dad was there, training with his sword, and little three-year-old Asha was there too, with her own little wooden training sword.
She focused on her illusion magic and her blood magic, pushing feelings of doubt and fear aside. Her fear was silly. It was just an old memory her brain wouldn't let go of. A silly mistake she'd made in her past. Literally a simple knife slip. Every time her brain wanted to push against her, she pushed back.
She slowly imagined a happy place. The surrounding area shifted. From being the inside of a barn to becoming a training yard with dummies. Her dad was there, training with his sword, and little three-year-old Asha was there too, with her own little wooden training sword.
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