“Do not worry. There is still a lot to learn.”
Moira’s lips parted in awe, her fear giving way to the faintest smile.
"I can't wait."
The lesson had just ended, and though she was exhausted from the concentration it demanded, her heart carried a strange thrill—the realization that she could truly control the water if she focused. Her emotions no longer had to spill out in chaos; she could direct them, mold them.
Selene’s voice broke softly into her thoughts, calm and steady.
“You see? With time, you will not only calm the water, you will shape it. Into blades, into whips, into shields, into daggers—anything your mind can form.”
Moira’s lips parted in awe, her fingers twitching at the thought.
“Truly?” she whispered, almost childlike. “I… I could use it to fight?”
Selene nodded, he
