Daja tightened her grip on her staff, eying Briar as they circled each other. Skyfire had been right: nothing got the blood going quite like fighting meditation.
Sandry watched from the sidelines, Tris sitting next to her with a shawl over her legs to ward the morning chill. They had decided to meditate in a more quiet manner, and now sat watching Daja and Briar.
Tris could make out the glints of each magic as it spread, Daja’s flinching when Briar struck out with a jab. She sighed. Eventually, she’d be able to move like that again. Flexing her hand, Tris leaned back and waited.
Tris had gotten better at waiting.