Nikkolas came flying down from the citadel, his friends were sparing again, he was supposed to be there but had gotten so caught up in his lesson and then stayed behind to discuss with Master Orin about the certain application of Keflas root in a potion and the possibilities... never mind he chided himself, if he wasn't lucky he would miss the whole thing and Jakalin had wanted him there so he could see that new move she had been practicing.<br/><br/>Lean and swift he moved over the grass, his sandled feet flying, he slowly deepened his breathing and let the lan flow past him, his every step seemed to extend further than possible letting the ground flow under him as he covered the distance in half the time most people could, seeing the glint of metal and the flash of golden hair he knew they had begun and slowed...<br/><br/>Not caring about his expensive looking black robes, he flopped down onto the ground sitting and watching his two best friends, the glowing Mezoline, always smiling, always cheerful and his friend Jakalin, always on the outside, her determination and internal strength a thing of envy to him.<br/><br/>Watching as Mezoline's carefully aimed staff whistled past Jakalin's ear he saw how good she was and not for the first or he doubted the last time he wished he was as good... He saw Jakalin's eyes narrow and knew she was about to suddenly take the sparring match far too seriously again...