[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 held the apple she'd been given in one hand, turning it over and examining, despite her better judgement. She didn't really want to know where the thing had been. It didn't look rotten, at least, and she wasn't being asked to eat it, so that was something. The chestnut whistling by their heads had been pretty impressive, but how long had Yomdi practiced? He claimed the skill could be learned quite quickly with an open heart and mind, but in Seph's experience, nothing came easily. Maybe for other people it did, but not for her.

Still... it couldn't hurt to try. She listened carefully, tried to pay attention to her own breathing. She looked up, to where the apple would be when she tossed it, she thought about how the breath in her felt, how it sat in her, where Yomdi had placed his hand over her. [color=b3c0ef]"Okay... here goes."[/color] She loosened her shoulders a bit, took a step away from Keystone and Yomdi in case anything went wrong, and took a few deep breaths.

She inhaled, tossed the apple up into the air before her, and watched it closely as it rotated around. At the height of the toss she let the breath go, parting her lips slightly, imagining the way the wind might curl around the apple, and hold it up...

It fell straight down the floor and splattered into a number of pieces. Seph looked down at it, her mouth still slightly agape, before she kicked a piece off the toe of her boot, and laughed a bit awkwardly at herself. [color=b3c0ef]"You know... I don't think I've ever done anything right on the first try."[/color] Even her healing, her strongest gift, had taken months and months to become even slightly proficient in. [color=b3c0ef]"I'll, uh... I'll clean this up."[/color]