Jashua flopped back in the grass with a sigh. Her breathing was heavy and she was starting to sweat but the wind was cooling. Blegh, winter was evil and cold hearted. Jashua had to resist laughing at the irony of that statement as she stared up at the moon. Classes were over, training was over, the sun was beginning to set in one direction, and the moon was about a third of the way up in the other direction. Just the proof that day and night could coexist, light and dark, good and evil.
Bah. Jashua shook the thoughts from her heard and sat back up, scooping up some snow she packed it into a ball and set it down. Soon it was joined by another, and another, until she had a nice stack going on. Oh yes, Loche would be surprised when he came looking for her.
A wave of sadness passed over Jashua. Oh yeah, Loche was gone. She still hadn't quite gotten over that fact, she didn't know what to do with herself anymore. All of her friends here at the Academy had been older than her, they were all gone, Bonded or back to the city. And now Jashua sat in contemplation as the sun sank further. The light of the moon shown brightly on the snow and she was sure it was almost time for curfew but she didn't care. Standing up she moved to the edge of the cliff they were often forced to climb by Damien and stared over the edge. There it was, the old branch. With practice and care one could easily snatch it, swing around, and land unharmed on the ground. They would make competitions out of it, the DSSG. Jashua couldn't help but wonder if she could still do it.