The mock competition didn't last long. His teacher extended his divine sense and reached out to Soverick's mind with a mental construct for communication.
"Can you stand on one foot?" His new teacher asked.
"Yes," Soverick answered. He felt a small joy at haven won the test of patience.
"Can you stand on one hand?"
"Yes"
"Can you stand on a single finger"
"Probably. Yes." He never tried it before but he was sure he could do it after some rounds of failure. His teacher continued to ask his questions.
"Can you balance on your spear?"
"No."
"Why can't you?"
Soverick resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He answered. "It is because it is not a part of my body. I can not control it as easily as I can my body."
But he held back the part that only a transcendent can have the control needed to stand on their tail at all. It is something impossible to achieve for those beneath without resorting to cheating.
