Sitting sprawled against the wall, Maxy had a good view of all the room. She liked the training room. The aurora of destruction, determination, and success comforted her.
Yawning and stretching, she watched Nexan and Daxjorn spar for the seemingly hundredth time. Maxsodin knew Nexan was doing it more to have an excuse to talk with Daxjorn. Maxsodin was just glad Nexan stopped bombarding her with questions. It was still quite hard for Max to think straight.
Seycax and Xahnan were talking, having brought a snack into the Training Room after they had been practicing. Maxsodin didn't want to wonder about their conversation. She was ready to fall asleep at any given moment, but she had promised Nexan she would wait for her.
Xahssa and Braxyd weren't there. The later didn't overly sadden Maxy, for he had been causing too much trouble for her. She needed a rest from his gaze. And Xahssa... Maxsodin wanted Xahssa to be there. She wanted to talk to her and laugh with her and cry on her shoulder. But ever since Brax had screwed up Maxy's emotions, Xahssa had avoided her.
It made tears of frustration well up in Maxy's eyes. She didn't want to be drug into Braxyd's messed-up affairs, but he seemed to know just the right thing to say to force her into them.
She yawn again, and her eyes closed heavily. She opened them again, only to find their weight to have increased. The shut on their own, and Maxy's head rolled to one side as her breathing evened out.
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