The young Quincy took a moment or two to answer the first of her would-be teacher's questions, but in the end, gave a quick, "hair medal," in response. What could she say, really? She loved ballads.
As music played softly in the background, the test continued. Sofia's clap drew Sylvia's attention back down to the ground, where she watched as the woman created her own weapon, a magnificent crossbow. However, the weapon was almost immediately aimed at her, and Sylvia flinched in reflex against the coming bolt.
The blue lines of her Blut Vene
shone brilliantly on her face and hand before she realized the arrow had been caught and destroyed before it could reach her. They were soon replaced by a light pink tinge in her cheeks, just for a moment.
"Ja," she replied to her new instructions. As she knocked another arrow and pointed it skyward, she explained, "I halready know how to control mein arrovs in flight." To demonstrate, Sylvia loosed an arrow packed with excess reishi in its tip, and let it fly some couple dozen feet into the air before it burst with a powerful gust of wind in all directions.
"Now..." However, she did knock another arrow a second later, and tried to replicate what Sofia had shown her. Again, she loosed her missile into the sky above, and turned her attention to pulling the reishi away from its shape as it flew. The arrow wobbled some, but did not fail.
She frowned a disappointed look at the skyward projectile, and knocked a third. This time, she loosed the arrow and pulled not from the center, but from the tip. Quickly, the missile disintegrated from its head down the shaft, with a small shower of droplets of rain to show for her efforts.
"Vy vould I need zis, zough?" She spoke through a barely controlled smirk.