Timestamp: 65th of Summer, 522 A.V.
“TAZRAE!” Rainmere shrieked.
Tazrae laughed at Rainmere’s expression. “What?!” She demanded, laughing in spite of herself, stepping out from behind the palm tree she was hiding behind. The young Innkeeper had agreed to meet up with Rainmere for another Firedancing Session and had come upon the woman already hard at work with her poi. Taz had snuck up behind her, ducked behind a palm, reached out with her Fire Reimancy – something that she was very comfortable with – and sent her Res out to merge with the fire on the poi then pulled the fire off the poi, putting both of them out abruptly.
Rainmere cursed re-dipped her poi, and started again lighting them after whirling the excess tar off them. Taz had waited, a hand over her mouth covering her laughter, and had stepped forward to do it again. It was good practice reaching out with her power and her mind, calling the fire to her and snuffing it out. Since fire was her first element, she could control it, even if she didn’t make it. All she had to do was link Res with it to make it her own and then will it out of existence.
Holding her hands up in an “I give up!” manner, Taz fully revealed herself and stopped abruptly within Rainmere’s sight. “I also come in peace; with wine and snacks.” She said, lifting up the basket that was draped over her arm.
Rainmere laughed, grinned, and shook her head. “I should have known immediately! But I was so stunned they went out like that and I kept thinking about what I would do if that happened during a performance.” She admitted, laughing at her own reaction and shaking her head.
“I’m so sorry… I just couldn’t help it. You looked so focused and beautiful out there spinning that poi. I just … “ Taz left off as Rainmere cut her off…
“You just got jealous, didn’t you?” She said, whirling and bending at the waist in a mock bow. “You know it takes years to develop good technique with the poi, right? And while you have the magic going on for you, and the excess energy, but your body doesn’t know how to manipulate poi like it's an extension of you. So, less jealousy and more hard work.” Rainmere teased, laughing at the coral flush in Tazrae’s cheeks.
“It's honestly not jealousy… though I should be. It’s just that you are stunning, dancing with fire.” Tazrae said abruptly, meaning it. “It’s so beautiful it makes my heart just seize up watching you. You are a born show woman and it leaves me breathless watching you.” She admitted, as the other Firedancer sat down her poi and walked over to Tazrae. She took the basket from her, set it down and aside then folded her friend into a hug. The two women hugged tightly and then pulled away smiling at each other.
“I’ve had years to perfect my technique. You’ve only had a few lessons. Don’t worry, you’ll get there.” Rainmere said, misunderstanding Tazrae.
The Innkeeper shook her head, making her curls bounce free, as she laughed a denial. “It’s not that at all. I don’t even remotely want to be as good as you are at it. I just wanted to learn a creative and challenging way to practice my Reimancy with. I’m not comparing and belittling my abilities when pressed up against yours. You absolutely love your sport. I get that. I’ll never love it as you do. So I’ll never be as good at it as you are. You just come alive Firedancing, Rainmere. And I appreciate that. But I still want to learn, not because I love dancing, but because it will help me be a better fighter when that time comes. Your love of this art is going to help teach me control and grace, two things I don’t have. And I’m sorry for that… because you deserve students that love doing this as much as you do.” Tazrae admitted, touching her instructor's shoulder gently and giving it a squeeze.