The morning mist of the Forest of Veils shimmered like sliver smoke , curling the hidden galde that Reina and Arya had made their home .
Dew glistened on the grass , and the faint hum of Mystic Art energy vibrated in the air --
Reina's doing .
A small wooden sword hung in her hands , its surface smooth and light . Not quite the Ray Throne Sword, Wolf , but enough to train . She exhaled ,slowly , focused and murmured ,
" Mystic Art - Illusionary Motion. "
A ring of glowing silhouettes flickered into being around her ---
Humanoid target made from light and air . They swayed ,moved and attacks in slow rhythm , echoing the real rhythm of battle.
Arya standing nearby in her maid form crossed her arms , her golden eyes glinting
with draconic sharpness.
" Your stance is too soft ,Master . "
" Your grip is too gentle . You swing like you're dancing not fighting."
Reina sighed , " That's the idea . It's called the form . Fluid , Graceful, and Efficient. "
Arya's tailed ( still visible despite her human form ) flicked in irritation. " Efficient doesn't win battles . Power does. "
With a huff , Reina stepped forward , her wooden sword cutting through an illusion.
The figure dispersed into glittering light .
Another lunged and she sidestepped , turning blade neatly --- smooth , clean and discipline.
Arya , watched with growing amusement.
" You'll be killed instantly by a real dragon . "
" To see ,it is fact or not , I have to fight you seriously. " Reina replied dryly twirling her sword .
" Too shabby posture " Arya smirk .
"The one that I defeated , now , she's lecturing me about posture. "
Arya blinked then laughed -- a low rumbling that hinted at her true draconic nature .
" Touché , Master. "
But she wasn't done ." Still your feet . Wrong angle . Your hips . Lazy . Like this ---
Without warning . Arya grew her wings from her shoulders , and hand transform into claws .
She trotted around Reina , wings flapping dramatically as she jabbed Reina's shoulder with tail .
" Straighten ! No , no --- balance , Master ,balance . Are you holding a sword or stirring soup . "
Reina groaned ," You are worse than my old tutor in my life as Ray Throne. "
Arya raised her head with smug face , " Your Old Tutor wasn't a dragon with three centuries of combat experience ! "
" Yeah and she probably didn't yell at my ear while breathing fire . "
" Do you want me to show you free ? " Arya teased smoke curling from her nostrils.
Reina ducked at just time as puff off harmless smoke brust from Arya's mouth .
The smell of singed grass followed .
" Arya. "
" You could have kill me . "
" It's called motivation , Master ."