Hours, [ she murmurs somewhat sullenly. six, to be exact, and forty-two minutes. and still she hasn't much to show for it. (though, to be fair, some portion of that had been physical training as well.)
she can, of course, now recall reading as much in the texts she and ed had poured through that first day. she wishes now that they'd saved that for another day, when her mind hadn't been so riddled with the stress of the situation. perhaps then she could have digested it a bit better.
now, she knows about mana signatures. (has even experienced it first hand once, in a distant dream.) but she is only aware of it in a second-party sense. ]
it almost looks like he's wearing a suit in that icon
she can, of course, now recall reading as much in the texts she and ed had poured through that first day. she wishes now that they'd saved that for another day, when her mind hadn't been so riddled with the stress of the situation. perhaps then she could have digested it a bit better.
now, she knows about mana signatures. (has even experienced it first hand once, in a distant dream.) but she is only aware of it in a second-party sense. ]
What would you recommend, then? Meditation?