The hours slowly drifted by, yet Kyva remained where she was, staring at the basin like it might yield its secrets under the weight of her persistence.
She narrowed her eyes at it, her lips pursed, brows furrowed.
What was she doing wrong?
It's not like she wasn't copying her master's stance, so by all accounts, it should have worked.
"Intentions… directions…" she murmured, turning the words over as though they might reveal some hidden meaning if only she examined them long enough.
This had nothing to do with the challenge anymore. A quiet resolve had taken root within her. Whether she willed it or not, Kyva would see this through. She would understand. She would succeed.
She would impress her master.
Drawing in a steady breath, she sat straight and resumed focus.
