Tempest felt as if the air was burning her lungs, but she was starting to feel as if she was becoming more adept.
The training that she had with Rynax at nights was really helping her.
She still wasn't anywhere near as graceful as the alphas around her, but she no longer stumbled over every loose stone or root hidden beneath the brittle earth. Her balance was improving. Her breathing was evening out. Even the staff resting comfortably in her hand felt more like an extension of herself instead of an awkward piece of wood she was desperately trying not to drop.
The field stretched on for what felt like forever.
