Over the past few weeks, training with Sirius had become quite intense. Hanmel felt her muscles growing every second he pushed the limits. Knowledge of using an actual weapon becoming almost second nature to her with ever use. So, it didn’t surprise her when she decided to go a little bit overboard. Paws finding themself forcing their way through heavy snow. A sheet of it falling unwavering from the gloomy grey skies above. Nearly blinding her to see anything ahead.
Winds roared with life as it gushed past Mel. Almost knocking the Armada apprentice over. Just to come out unsuccessful. Trees casting haunting shadows onto the heavily dense landscape. If one wasn’t careful, they’d surely find themselves in some sort of trouble.
