Useless Prince

“You are an excellent teacher.”

Sevir would have smiled or thanked Bailong usually. Today, he gave a curt nod and said, “continue practicing.”

Then, he went back to his own practise. He was trying to pull the fire to his hand from a small patch of dry grass and Bailong was trying to raise the venom into air from a where it was spit on a thick leaf.

Sevir tried to clear his mind and concentrate on the fire. The warmth at the tip of his finger travelling up wasn’t helping. He tried to push the warmth up his arm, to feel the coolness in the air, to desire for the fire to warm him up. He followed all of RuIng’s instructions but it was one ability he was utterly incapable of using.

He let his hand fall and leaned back, looking at the camp.

Most of the disciples and all the masters had traded their cloaks for thick woolen fur items to keep themselves warm. While they usually found a clearing to rest for the night, tonight was different.