Erellisae paused as Nathan left, standing on the beach and watching the gentle lap of the waves against the shore. She held the daggers as taught, her grip sure but loose enough to allow her flexibility, as she gently let her mind drift with the waves, the calm meditation of the feeling washing over her like the salt water during swimming.

She smiled softly, and couldn't avoid letting a giggle escape her. Hopefully she'd gotten across what she needed to in order to make the pair finally figure out just what was between them.

She turned slowly, controlled, as she'd been taught, drawing around the daggers in a slow arc, remembering to keep her breathing steady and face her imaginary opponent. Another turn, reversing the hand on one blade to pull the first dagger back across it's path, then step forward, twisting the body to put power behind the other arm as the dagger thrust...

She concentrated deeply, brow furrowed in concentration momentarily before she remembered one of the stressed lessons from Feray's teaching, to let it come naturally, not to force the dance. She relaxed slightly, but keeping the determined glare with a glance at the tattoos adorning her wrists. If her sister thought she'd be able to do this, then she was damned if she was going to let her sister down.

She paused, trying to clear her mind again, daggers back to her side. Gently, she took a step back, drawing the daggers up in a reversed grip to cover her front. She took a deep breath, then, and remained staring out at the sea a while longer, preparing herself... before exploding into a flurry of movement, slicing both daggers twice across her imaginary opponent then flicking into a spin, her hair flinging around as she parted her arms, one dagger remaining at the chest-height slice, the other reversing its grip in her right hand as her tattoo burst into flame with her concentration, her spin continuing once more before she thrust again, letting the magic flow through her hand and to the point of the dagger, a burst of flame spraying outwards from the dagger as the thrust ended and her hair trailed to a stop around her as she breathed heavily from the sudden movement and the expenditure of magic.

Then she grinned, and let out a whoop. Maybe, just maybe, she could do this. Mix her spellcasting with dagger fighting and make her sister proud... she could do it. She would do it. She'd see to that.

She bit her lip slightly, watching the direction Nathan had disappeared in, and finally caved, running back to her pack and sheathing the daggers before hefting the pack quickly on her back and scooting off towards the village.

Really. She would make her sister proud.

But jeez, she just had to see what happened next...!