- Before Ismene had read war books, but never really got into them. Sure she studied them, memorized the contents, but they were just something she was reading. Like learning how to farm, something she would never do most likely but knew enough about that she could. Now fighting was becoming something she was considering. After those attacks, killing dragons and keeping people safe seemed like something she wanted to do. But then there was a question to what weapon she would use... Or maybe not really a weapon at all? She had limited skill in magic, not that she ever really used it. Maybe it was like a muscle, all she had to do was stretch her magic muscle and it would work?
Lost in thought as she was Ismene didn't notice anything. There could have been people in the shop for all she knew. Her father would be mad if he found out, but at least she was at the register this time!