Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170721035105/@comment-24123288-20170726230516

Arona was already up and outside, running round the campus as part of her training regime. She'd grown into quite the woman, her brown hair remaining in its bob, framing her round face. Her running clothes flattered her slim body and she waved to Aravus as she sprinted past him, smile on her face.

She'd really come into her own the past five years, having gained a large form of control over her abilities and skills.

Still, times when she was overly scared or angry, the sparks would fly off her, so she still had a long way to go...