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"I'm not a Grisha! I don't even know what I am, Zoya!"
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The air was thick with humidity, even when the clouds were blocking the sun preventing the sun -rays heating down on them. Sitting on a bench Celestria admire's the Inferni's from afar throwing flames at the target. While Celestria was admiring their mastery, she felt the allure of their fiery display begin to pull in a repetitive rhythm.
After being forced by Zoya who is an Etherealki to sit on the bench as she trains the Inferni's she began to feel bored. She has been watching them practice for about 30 minutes now and she is already starting to get impatient. Not realizing she has zoned out she jumps at the voice of Zoya screaming at the Inferni drifting her attention towards the authoritative older girl.
"Again! Inferni!" Zoya shouts at the girl who emerges fire from her hand and aiming it directly at the target. Unlike last time she didn't miss, hitting the target causing it to light up in flames receiving compliments from other Grisha's watching.
"Nice. Nice. Good. Good. Again."Zoya says using her wind powers to blow the fire away from the target. The girl goes again, snapping her fingers flames emerging from her covered hand and throws the fire at the target lighting it up in flames again.
Celestria lets out a sigh and throws her head back, boredom getting ahold of her. An idea pops up in her head which makes her bite her lip a smirk forming, She glances over at Zoya who is distracted not paying any attention towards the young girl. Glancing at the forest behind her before shifting her gaze towards the bow and arrow's that lean against the bench.
She than pushes her self up from the bench and Before Celestria heads into the forest with her bow and arrows, she feels a mix of restlessness and excitement bubbling within her. She glances back at the Inferni practicing, their fiery displays captivating yet stifling, and she can't help but feel a longing for freedom. I need a break from this chaos. The thought of sneaking away makes her smile, the thrill of defiance igniting her spirit. Just a few moments in the woods, she tells herself, where I can lose myself in the rhythm of archery and escape the noise. Celestria takes a deep breath, relishing the cool air that fills her lungs as she moves toward the trees. Zoya will never notice, she reassures herself, and besides, I deserve this time to myself. Just me, my bow, and the sound of the arrows slicing through the air. With that resolve, she strides confidently into the forest, eager to find her sanctuary amidst the towering trees.
Celestria loved archery for the freedom it offered, a welcome escape from the constraints of her daily life. After walking about a mile away from the camp site she stood in the forest, bow in hand, everything else faded away. Drawing back the bowstring aiming towards the tree in front of her, she felt a rush of energy coursing through her, transforming her restlessness into focused determination. In those moments, time seemed to stand still; the world around her melted away, leaving only her, the bow, and the target ahead.
