Train with Ayl

Ayl was dressed differently today, rather than soft lacy clothing, her outfit was mostly comprised of stretchy fabric and padded leather. Even so, the armor could do little to hide her slender frame.

"Ellou, Maia, you are late"

"Late for what exactly?" Maia's mind spun trying to remember something she may have overlooked.

"Surely you would not forget your training session with your dear Ayl? Yes?"

Ayl held her paintbrush towards Maia as a bolt of lightning shot out of it, blasting Maia in the chest.

As she walked back to the guildhall, sore from being blasted over and over again, Maia's mind seemed to fixate on two thoughts. First, Ayl was strong, much stronger than Maia had realized. Her techniques were unique, no one else could have Ayl's special mix of raw talent and creativity. The second thing she focused on was how good Ayl looked while blasting her around.