Mallia shook her head no. �All I know is that I�m to take you back to your room and help you move your things into your new apartments.� Then she added. �You aren�t living anywhere near me.� Silu knew why. Mallia was a Blue Shyra. That is, her Tae reflected the spirit and qualities of water. Like all Shyra, she had a limited power over her Tae element. Silu didn�t even know if she had a Tae. She knew that the test should have determined her place in the Tan U Tae, but she wasn�t sure if she had passed whatever requirements there were to conclude what Tae she would belong to.
Mallia kept quiet the rest of the walk back to Silu�s quarters. Her room was fit in it�s place with the rest of the novices�. She had spent her whole young life living between two girls she had never met. Every time she thought of them a stab of regret filled her chest, there was never anytime for relaxation of any kind. The three-day break she had just taken was the longest time in her life she had ever gone without training. Everyday of her existence was an intense battle to become stronger. She had been at it so long she had no way to gauge how strong she was.
Her room was simple with no extraordinary items. She was sure that it was identical to every other room that belonged to a girl in training.
Silu immediately set to work packing what she knew she should take and wondering what she should not. Mallia remained silent, as usual, and waited in the plain brown chair that sat in the corner of the average sized room with her hands firmly folded in her lap.
Silu had to fight her instincts in order to speak. She hated interrupting the silence but she would have hated to let it go on. �Mallia? Your trident does it�can you?� Silu bit her lip. It was an awfully personal question she remembered the way the Bala-Shyra had acted when they explained the significance of the relationship between them and their weapons. �Can you feel your weapon? You know, like it�s a part of you?� The words tumbled out of her mouth crudely. She wished she could have put it more delicately.
Her answer wasn�t quite what she expected. �Yes I can. And it has tortured me every day of my life.�
