Seclusion was such a damnable thing. Unfortunately it also seemed to be a crucial part of Zya"s training. Meditation and contemplation were two words that were almost constantly on the lips of her teacher. If ever there was a new focus that she attempted to perfect, she was ordered to think it through for hours. Even if she had a question, she was first asked to contemplate all possible outcomes before her tutor would reply. It was an abstract difference from the way things had been before, but if nothing else it fortified her perception of what patience actually was. These people took nothing to chance. Zya leaned back on the chair in her study, flipping the focus stone up in the air and catching it as it fell. The top of the stone stayed intact. This was the cause of her latest question:
