Somewhere nearby, Alashandra held a formal dress sword, attempting to channel herself into a magic spell, as she had done times before.
The result: No fire, no magic circle, no visible magic flow. Nothing.
Some of the teachers nearby didn't hide the exasperation settilng in on their faces - this wasn't the first time they had seen someone stubborn with their previous world's experiences, and likely wouldn't be the last. The girl tried again a few times, but still had nothing to show for it, the target in front of her remaining no different from before. Finally conceding to reality, she sighed, shoulders slumped.
Training Grounds
Somewhere nearby, Alashandra held a formal dress sword, attempting to channel herself into a magic spell, as she had done times before.
The result: No fire, no magic circle, no visible magic flow. Nothing.
Some of the teachers nearby didn't hide the exasperation settilng in on their faces - this wasn't the first time they had seen someone stubborn with their previous world's experiences, and likely wouldn't be the last. The girl tried again a few times, but still had nothing to show for it, the target in front of her remaining no different from before. Finally conceding to reality, she sighed, shoulders slumped.