Train Me Right

The next two days moved rather quickly and before Abidemi knew it, she was getting ready for her combat lessons. 

She was frowning deeply as she fixed up her boho pants. Her hair was braided into singular braids again. Her braids were placed into a low ponytail and she wore a loose white shirt. She also wore comfortable shoes as she sighed heavily. 

She was still heavily annoyed with her instructor.

She gets it. He didn't understand different types of energy and how they differ from person to person. 

Yet at the same time, he really doesn't have the right to dictate who she should be and what she should be. And she sure as hell doesn't want to be a mage. 

Abidemi stopped fixing up her hair and sighed. Then she looked out at the darkened morning sky and sighed. 

To think, she had to spend all morning with this jerk.