[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Yellow Rose Temple
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Keystone, Yomdi[/center]

Seph was beginning to suspect this Yomdi wasn't quite right in the head. For how old he was, he was acting very much like a child, dragging his two guests down beneath the temple, after they'd both stated their intentions were merely to collect their thoughts, and then attempting to teach them or perhaps just demonstrate some power he had with breathing. Harnessing wind, breathing through every pore... Seph didn't doubt it could be done, or that this guy was quite proficient at it, but it sure seemed like something that would take a very long time to learn, let alone be able to use practically. Considering that they were both leaving in the morning... she couldn't help but be reminded of a child coming up to her, grabbing her hand, and saying, "look what I can do!"

[color=b3c0ef]"I... think this might not be the best time for training,"[/color] she said, gently. [color=b3c0ef]"We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I was hoping to get a good night's rest."[/color] She glanced over at Keystone. [color=b3c0ef]"But hey, if you wanna throw something at the guy, be my guest."[/color] Seph had a feeling she knew what was going to happen. Something that probably ended with the old man laughing excitedly and trying to get them to take a shot at it next.