Zya sat back down opposite her teacher, closing the top of her stone carefully. The click was still audible, and there was no line as she put it away. She looked sincerely into his face. “Is the one thing important?”
“Well yes, I would say so. Zya, you only wanted to show me something simple.” He arched one eyebrow as he spoke. “That much was obvious for you wielded enough power then to level the city. That focus however was one never before employed by the Order of Earth. You lifted me off of my seat using power. That clearly shows that you must be an adept of Yogingi at the very least.”
Zya studied his face, searching for some sign he could not fathom. “Is that so very bad?”
“That I cannot tell you. It is true that you have mastered several of the skills that are key to the practices
