A full week had passed.
By then, Kyva had grown far more adept in the art of water manipulation. She stood at the heart of the stream, her feet steady against the current, both palms extended before her in careful concentration.
At her command, the water rose.
What had once taken her days of clumsy effort now answered with a certain reluctant grace.It had taken an entire week to reach even this modest mastery, but it was hers at last.
Her master, on the other hand, was not one to linger on small victories.
The minute she knew how to command the water, he had tasked her with something greater.
"Again," he instructed.
Kyva repositioned her stance, attempting to summon not merely a ribbon, but a small tide.
The water trembled, resisting her attempts, but then it yielded only slightly. A narrow portion lifted, wavering in the air like a fragile thread. It looked far from the surging mass she had been ordered to command.
