Sereena gets both better and worse

The inept but optimistic Marlon’s been attending the combat school for several weeks now and his sorceress friend Sereena’s taken to meeting him for lunch.

After watching Marlon get beaten on by the other students for about an hour, Sereena sighs at her ferret familiar, opens up her satchel and unpacks a light lunch.

She was going to share it with her meat-headed friend but by the look of his apoplectic, purple faced instructor, he won’t be getting a break anytime soon.

‘No matter Wrony; it just means there’s more for you and me.’

She smiles down at poor Marlon from the stands.

All that effort, just to get marginally better at hiting things.

Unlike pure human Wizards, Sereena doesn’t need practice to improve. She felt her power grow unbidden back on Squamata, just as she felt her fragile heart blacken in response.

When she stills her mind, she can sense her dragon ancestor clawing up at her soft, human flesh, day by day.

Calling for gold and demanding glory and power.

She knows she should resist but the draconic urges are just too strong.