>>6129639“Last time we trained, we did not allow our host to fully use her abilities,” you say in the end. “We will rest and get more sleep, ready to train at night. I hope that meets your suggestion, Madama Mirari?”
“It’s <span class="mu-i">Magistra</span>,” she huffs. “But I am glad you agreed. Now, you four can find ways to entertain yourselves, or you can involve me as well. Remember I will need to rest occasionally to keep my sleep cycle at the ready.”
“What happens when we get into the Temple,” you wonder. “Are we supposed to let you rest once every hour?”
“Starry Wisdom, no!” She chuckles. “I am perfectly able of staying up for a little longer, I did it yesterday, didn’t I? I may just need more time to recover when all this is over.”
“That’s good to know. This also means we should probably involve you in the way we do things. How many Knights of Ansàrra have you trained with, before?”
That gives the Asterite pause. She sets her finger against her lips, thinking.
“Not very many. I was deployed either in the Thronelands or close to the border — there the stars are strange, and Ansàrra’s dominion is faint. Also, you four have different ways of fighting and acting compared to what I am used to.”
“How different?” You tilt your head, curious.
“Most Knights I have met seemed to be more worried about their place in the hierarchy and how their actions would beget Ansàrra’s favour than anything else,” she replies, tossing a quick jade look towards Willow, who frowns.
“I—” she opens her mouth but you raise a hand and — lo and behold — she stops, biting her tongue.
“Most Knights have not faced the Seven Sisters and lived to tell the tale.”
“Nor performed such a wondrous Molten Spring,” Soralisa reminds you with a smile.
“We have learned how to work together. All of us—” and you turn to check on Willow, who blushes and lowers her gaze. “I think that is the think that makes us different.”
“Very well,” Sandora states. “Now, I have still about forty minutes before I go to sleep again. Who wants to have full access to my library for a while?”
Soralisa’s arm shoots right up.
[cont.]
