Kael
Aiden took the second turn without looking at the people watching him.
That was new enough to make me watch more closely.
The practice lane ran along the higher side of the ground, with three marked stations before the finish. Below it, the other captain's route curved around the central equipment frame. Between them, staff moved the light practice loads through their own clear working strip.
I stood beside the upper observation rail.
Veylan had asked me to record where the entrants changed their pace. It was useful work which required no one to hit my existing bruise.
I was becoming fond of that category.
Aiden reached the heated target and stopped before releasing Starfire.
The wind caught the edge of his sleeve.
He shifted his angle, remembering the warning the other captain had given him, then formed a narrow flame across the working face. The indicator rose through the accepted band.
He ended the flow before the outer edge brightened.
