Boundless Limits {B.Durran}

21

Subzero temperatures mean no flight and there's something so damning about being a Dragon Rider and being banned from flying. It irks Tierney in a way she cannot express, the biting cold isn't going to stop a battle, war does not postpone— perhaps Anam's rubbing off on her.

Tierney could be taking these free few hours to do a range of lazing around and a nap, a nap sounds really good to her right now. Her head has been constantly aching the last couple of days since she manifested her signet and started using it.

She's made it a habit to summon Eirim when she wakes up if only to wake up her brain before she has to move if only to heat her skin to ward off the morning chill if only to make the action easier. Learning how to summon quickly seems to only be done through repetition and it's this kind of training that pisses Tierney off the most.

The progress is slow and it irks her. There's almost nothing to show for her effort, nothing to prove that she's accomplished anything and when she has improved, it's going to be so little it'll be hard to recognise and appreciate.

"That's an issue for you," Anam's voice ripples through her thoughts, and currently, she's the only thing keeping Tierney consistent with her signet training without Carr on her ass. She's informed Dain this morning in formation about it so she doubts Carr will not know about it for long. 

"What's the issue? That we're not allowed to fly?"  Tierney asks, rolling a shoulder as she reaches for her training leathers. They're sleeveless and tight fitting, yet the leather does as much to ward off the cold as it does the heat.

"Not seeing your progress, is an issue for you," Anam tells her, "You understand that it takes time to show results, but when that time is long and there's no sudden improvement you get lazy and bored." 

"Can you not psychoanalyze me?" Tierney inquires, bending to lace up her boots. "I've been consistent with physical training haven't I? And don't get me started on studying."

"It's hard to get you studying," Anam cuffs and Tierney sends her a mental glare. "The only reason you train is because it's the same movements you've done since you were young if a bit harder. It's habitual now, studying isn't and you get bored from the lack of movement. Simply: you're problematic."

"Aw, you're problematic too," Tierney replies, frowning as she runs her hands through her hair, redoing her same plaited bun style, hiding her tattoo from sight as she gets ready to hit the gym.

Since she's entered the quadrant she's noticeably gained more muscles, she wasn't lithe when she entered, she was muscled, but they were never as defined as they are now. Her Arms, legs and core are more prominent, and her hands are calloused and sore, stiff from cold.

The quadrant is a good environment to gain the motivation to train, pitting the squads and wings against each other, wanting to prove their worth by winning competitions and with the upcoming squad battle everyone's putting in effort.

It's annoying, the gym should be packed which makes using equipment difficult, however, with the first years regarding her as their second strongest gaining use of the equipment they're using isn't difficult. Often all she has to do is look at them and they move. 

Tierney glances at her reflection in the mirror on her desk, eyes flickering to the silver line wrapping around her right forearm. The sight of her dragon's scar causes her chest to flare with pride, a smile twitching her lips. 

She reaches for her weapon's belt, which hangs loosely on the bedpost. She wraps it easily around her waist, her fingers deftly moving. She doesn't need to look at it to get it strapped correctly and sitting lopsidedly on her hips.