( gwenaëlle glances up as he joins her - she's a not unfamiliar face in the training yard, often toting her unusual bow (does it have a string? when she isn't using it, it doesn't look like it does), a slight thing in close-fitting, piratical leathers. the eyes she looks up at him with don't match: one natural, dark amber, and the other blank gold and false, though there's no scarring about it to suggest an immediate reason why. presently, she's partially taken apart the fingerless gauntlet that she wears on the left, the hand of hers featuring the same dull green glow as his,

there are two lenses which slot in over the palm, where the anchor-shard embeds. one is in her hand, being cleaned. she doesn't actually pause what she's doing to answer, though she does take a moment to tch at the great shaggy shepherd dog next to her when he starts to rise. a clear: no, it's fine, he can sit if he likes to what's certainly a trained guard dog. )

A bit of both, ( she says. the accent is orlesian, though he might not have picked them out so much yet as to say more than probably she wasn't born here. ) Hold it up to a rift and it'll do the work itself, but I recommend ...

Well, practise isn't quite the right word. But it helps to be prepared, it's- forceful.

Some do more than just close rifts. That comes unpredictably, but if it happens, you'll want to learn to control it.

( need to. a thing she had resisted, when it happened to her, but those days are long past now. )