There was more on her mind than giving a watcher the middle finger. Like how to clean up the toxic river on the banks of Kingsbridge. They couldn't just leave it the way it was or else, it would be a breeding ground for those mutated fish Poncho had told her about.
Before she handed over 90% percent of the work concerning the base to her husband, she wanted that taken of. Then, she could focus on upgrading her status as a repairman. If she was lucky, she would be a grandmaster before this year ended.
She thought of her plans of continuing with the storm binding training. Vortan had been very clear before they parted ways: she needed to practice what he had taught her until it became as natural as breathing. The power of the lightning storm was like a wild animal, and if she didn't keep it on a tight leash, it would bite her.
