[ They'd been given to revisiting the fundamentals of healing, the first few hours of the day, ensuring that Yoon remained familiar with them still after falling asleep (like Shinn had, like Tieria is still) for so very long awhile. Sion, of course, is pleased with his student—Yoon, accompanied by notebook and pen, is very much keen on progressing further still!—the boy seems to be satisfied no longer with spells which soothe, or others yet which take aches and pains away from the afflicted, leaving room to introduce something new.

And so, they find themselves in meadowland just outside of the Capital, a light wind cavorting happily throughout the sea of wildflowers. ]

You may close your notebook, Yoon. [ It tousles his hair, the breeze, picking up the loose white-as-snow locks and carrying them away into the air, the gossamer strands catching the sunlight. ] What we are to discuss next requires no documentation, but rather...

[ Seamlessly, he kneels beside his student, his palms pressed to the earth itself. ]

...that you simply be able to feel. [ He casts Yoon a sidelong glance, his golden eyes gentle but clearly at play. ] Come. Join me, then.

Feel for the mana in the blades of grass, the flowers, and the ground which is home to them both.