Agora Hills

Xina crouched before her mother, she felt the cold earth beneath her toes. Her muscles contracted tightly as she focused on what her mother was saying. She didn't want to focus, she wanted to be doing just about anything else but focus. No weakness. Can't lose control. She glared at her own mother as she stepped forward, daring her to take another. No distractions. A bird cawed overhead. No distractions.

She'd prove to them all she was going to be the best, the most controlled, the least distracted, the sharpest of all her siblings and not siblings. She'll cut through the noise with her own blade!