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She concentrated, focused, thought, thank. The water-fire ball floated off the ground for a few seconds on her fourty-secondth try, but than fell back onto the ground. Finaly, on her 77th try, Ginerva managed to do what she wanted: Make the fire-water ball float a few inches off the ground, zip speedly across the room, and than come back, an jump right up into her hand.
I must admit, as the very highly honered historian of the Giona family, That Ginerva G. G. V. Giona, Esquire, was a little bit, or maybe even a lottle bit, proud of herself at this particular moment of triumph, and power over fire....

mrgreen .........

"Well, it isn't one of mine fire." She said, replacing it in it's jar and placing putting it on a nearby bench, where it was probably left in the first place.
"They probably kinda, over telekinis-ified it, and it couldn't catch up 'til now.... sweatdrop ........." "Any way, are you ok, Mr.....mr....mr....mr...."

"I'm pleased to meet you, mr. Mure. And my name is Giona. Ginerva G. G. V. Giona. " Ginerva said, sticking out her hand to be shaken.

"Please, call me Ginerva. I really prefer it."
She said, blushing a little, for the realization had finaly come to her that she really LOVED this strange new student, Niam Mure.

"Really, now, someone might want to use the Telekinisis room. We'd really better be going."
She said, snapping back into reality.

Rivera wandered silently into the hall, her long black hair tied back into a loose ponytail by a white tie. She looked almost like a Shinto Priestess, but her eyes told a different story. The right, slit pupiled dragon eye was a soft silver while the other one was in the process of turning from green to blue. She was wearing a black, tight fitting top and loose fitting navy-blue jeans. She could be easily mistaken for a boy from the waist up, for her flat-chestedness and her cold expression. Only when she lifted her head did anyone tell the difference. Her boots were heavysoled, but had only a half inch heel, secured by straps and buckles. Scars of past battles covered her arms. A lightning dragon was tattooed onto her right forearm in black. There was a dragon handled key at her throat on a strong but thin silver chain.

A dragon hilted straight sword was in her hands, its ornate handle alive, crawling up her hand and wrist and connecting to her in her forearms. A chain with two weights was wrapped around her, alive and slithering like a snake of some sort. It fell around her in a circle when she lifted her sword and tossed down the sheath strapped onto her back. The chain slithered away into the shadows to wait while Rivera worked with the sword. Her first excercise was her favorite--the crescent moons.

Every sweep she made was accurate to the last milimeter, powerful with momentum and graceful as a crane. Her speed increased slowly, but surely. The blade's silver surface reflected the lighting, spinning in half circles and crescent moon patterns, reflecting deadly beauty in its metal and stars in its waterlit hilt. Ice particles would fly from it from time to time, showering anything nearby with a cold blast of air.

Rivera barely dodged the knife. A single hair was knicked off her head. She had been in the middle of the butterfly passes, on of the most complex sets in the advanced book. She looked up with an emotionless face at the man who drew the dagger, both of her eyes icy blue, but violet too, with annoyance. Her face didn't show it at all, as she watched the man jump and prance around at something he did right, apparently.

She held a hand to her cheek and looked at the liquid that smeared on her palm. So the knife did cut her across the face. Maybe she should've watched out for interfering sorcery. Guess that was partially her fault too. The wrist that she held the sword with throbbed, although she took no major notice but a glance and a shrug. Rivera had to swing it away at an awkward angle to not interfere with the knife as well as keep it away from her so it doesn't fall on her head or stab her in the back.

"If you might try a spell, aim it for an empty corner."