Oncoming Storm

The dawn was a couple of hours away when Davenna found herself in one of the practice rooms going through the paces of Tai Chi. She didn't know what was keeping her up now. Whether it was the fact that she'd nearly lost her two best friends or the sudden explosion of magic she had expelled during the fight. As she breathed in and out she could see the faint sheen of violet magic at her fingertips. She moved her hands in the forms slowly watching as a stream of magic followed her movement.

"Impressive." A voice whispered.

She whipped around the magic flying across the room in an arc narrowly missing her birth father. "Bastien," She said her eyes wide.

"Have I come at a bad time?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Davenna scowled, dropping down to sit on the floor her legs splayed out in front of her. "The bad time has gone and went." Davenna muttered.