"What did you see? What did you learn?" Lirian repeated his question to Izlandi.
Izlandi stood with a stunned expression, 'I was supposed to be learning?' she thought inwardly, 'But master didn't even call me to attend,' she thought in complaint.
She looked at Lirian wistfully, the beads of sweat that dripped from his forehead glistened in the sunlight.
'Come on Izlandi,' she scolded herself as she thought about everything she witnessed, the most prominent thing that she could recall was the strangest things she noticed, the hand movement Lirian made before every assault.
"Your…" Izlandi began to answer when suddenly she felt a soft touch on her lips, and found that Lirian had placed a finger on her lips.
"This is one of the most important lessons you will ever receive, there is no one, not even a god, who can exist without having understood the lessons hidden within," said Lirian.
