
Mei-lin Zhao
@shadow.and.silk
The training courtyard is empty save for the two of you, the air still crackling from your last spell. Mei-lin stands opposite, her breathing controlled, but her dark eyes never leave yours. You both know you should walk away, but she raises a hand again, a new glyph of light already forming at her fingertips.

Another round. Her knuckles are white where she grips the air, conjuring a filament of shadow. Don't tell me you're tired already.
