[It's probably a somewhat comical sight, a young mage working on picking up sword play, but Amy Amell was bound and determined that she would master this art. Ever since she'd found that vial containing the memories of some person long gone in the forest ruins, she's been hard at work honing the abilities of the Arcane Warriors from long ago. The very idea of such a practice dying out completely is what's driven her to such lengths of study. Magi shouldn't just be forgotten like that.]
[The sword doesn't come easily to her though, and she's been at this for a while. These abilities are nothing like what staff yielding requires and her muscles ache in strange, unfamiliar places each night. Still she trains on day after day, because she's a mage on a mission damn it.]
[Still, after a little longer she collapses next to the campfire, her new sword settling into the dust beside her as she sets it down.]
How do warriors do this and make it seem so easy? This is exhausting!
[Shepard is tired, exhausted really, but the very idea of sleep sends a jolt of adrenaline running through her system that's more potent than any coffee. She can't sleep. There's too uch at stake and too many people waiting to ambush her as soon as she closes her eyelids.]
[Sleep is not an option and after a little while she gives up even pretending that she's getting any. Sure, she cloisters herself away in her room sometimes, but for the most part she prowls around the lower decks looking for something, anything to keep her occupied.]
[The Normandy's crew is almost too good though, and there's nothing for her Commander to do. Which is why she's drinking a cup of something that may or may not have actually been coffee as she stared blankly off into space.]
[Not even close to her mid-thirties yet and already she feels too damn old to be doing this.]
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[The sword doesn't come easily to her though, and she's been at this for a while. These abilities are nothing like what staff yielding requires and her muscles ache in strange, unfamiliar places each night. Still she trains on day after day, because she's a mage on a mission damn it.]
[Still, after a little longer she collapses next to the campfire, her new sword settling into the dust beside her as she sets it down.]
How do warriors do this and make it seem so easy? This is exhausting!
Liara
[Sleep is not an option and after a little while she gives up even pretending that she's getting any. Sure, she cloisters herself away in her room sometimes, but for the most part she prowls around the lower decks looking for something, anything to keep her occupied.]
[The Normandy's crew is almost too good though, and there's nothing for her Commander to do. Which is why she's drinking a cup of something that may or may not have actually been coffee as she stared blankly off into space.]
[Not even close to her mid-thirties yet and already she feels too damn old to be doing this.]