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[The months passed pretty quickly after that first day. Both he and Airy had to return to their training, and Cairn in particular was being even more grueling than he had in Arkansas. Every morning, he was forced to eat early, and spend the majority of his time in focus training. At first it didn't include the manipulation of any sort of energy. He had to count backward from five hundred by sevens while running an obstacle course. Cairn said it was to train his mind to focus on several things at once externally while focusing on a chosen outcome.

At first he hated it. It was arduous, annoying, and he failed more than he succeeded. But, as the months went on, things were added to his focus. He had to run the obstacle course while setting arranged targets on fire, and that was when he started to understand. Cairn was training him for the battlefield, where things were nuts, unpredictable, and losing focus wasn't an option.

They moved on from there to other outcomes. Cairn would cover the obstacle course with a fine powder and force him to run it while attempting to conjure rain to clean the course. That one wasn't coming to him so easily. Water had never been a gift to him. It would perpetually be his Achilles heel, and it was one of the most versatile elements. Water was cleansing, meaning it could purge a body of poisons. It was healing, meaning it could heal wounds. Even now, over a year later, he couldn't muster it with consistency. He felt like a failure as a Druid. Everyone was counting on him, and all he could do was destroy.

Earth he could call to his command, wind with some success. Fire was his, but water...water eluded him.

Today, Cairn gave him a day off after a day of great success yesterday, so he decided to go see Airy, whom he hadn't had a chance to see much of for the last week. It was a Wednesday, so he knew where to find her.

He was polite enough to knock at the door of her training room.
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Runaway;

Feb. 3rd, 2016 04:39 pm
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[Airy is grateful for all the help that her new friends have given her but she still has to go. Her faithful backpack is slung over her shoulders as the sun slowly begins to crawl up from the horizon. They can't follow her in the day time and she's finally found a bus that leaves at 6 am heading towards Island Falls, Maine. It's been seven days since she finally stopped clinging like a helpless child to Antonio. Everything hurt, she feels weak and broken and she just wants to go home.

It's probably selfish to run away now, it's the same as it was when she left home only this time she's running towards her family.

She hears her shoes echo on the plastic steps leading onto the bus before stopping and handing the man her ticket. She finds a seat all the way in the back corner so that her eyes are able to rest over the full length of the isle. She's been jumpy ever since she woke up expecting something to apparate out of the air and attack her. At the very least, her abilities are now under control. She can't use them effectively but Seth's efforts in her head stopped them from lashing out on their own.

Airy settles into the cushioned seat putting her backpack next to her so that no one thinks she's looking for company. It takes twenty minutes for the bus to start and the vehicle to lurch forward. Their bus isn't full even as it turns onto one of the busy streets and no one seems to notice her sitting on her own in the back. Everyone is far too concerned with themselves.

With one hand still resting on her backpack she looks out the window and watches as New York city slowly falls out of view. It's just a few hours and she'll be home.

Nothing has to change.

Before Airy knew it her eyes closed and she fell into a light restless sleep. She barely slept for a few hours at a time and without someone with her dark imagines rose in her mind's eye. She twitches in her seat and bolts up, accidentally knocking her backpack to the floor. She blinks a few times forcing herself to wake up and recognize what is around her. Of course she's still on the bus but it's stopped. It looks like there is a rest stop to the right and the bus is changing drivers. Airy looks down at her watch to read the time.

12:36pm.

She lets out a slow breath realizing that it's only just reached lunch time. She still has time, it's fine, she's safe or at least she thinks she is.]
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@Balthier + Fran; (ongoing)
     "No, really. This is their idea of a vacation."

@Richard + Kahlan; (ongoing + zedd)
     "Awkardness, cooking, and Zedd's appetite."

@Nathan + Airy + Antonio; (ongoing)
     "Meeting one little runaway sends two guys' relatively normal lives into a tailspin."

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