Yavanna smiled at her softly, it was probably one of the first few proper smiles; since the passing of Fili and Thorin. Yavanna wasn't sure, if Saeril was the fastest out of everyone in Middle-Earth, but certainly one of the deadliest, fastest elvish fighters, she had seen and known. Listening to Saeril, she almost sounded like her teacher. "I always loved dance....it's always somehow helped me, with combat moves...each one complex, different, it's own move like a dance movement." Yavanna said softly, digressing a little. But showing she understood what Saeril meant.

Listening to her advice. Yavanna closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and help wipe her mind of all thoughts. As she pushed away all thoughts, clearing her mind. The young elf began to listen...truly listen. She could hear it all. Listening to the wind, the trees swaying in the light breeze. The cracking of the fire...Yavanna was waiting for further instructions, and or movements on Saeril's part.