Sienna was still sat at her desk, Sandy sat next to her on the floor. She knew the students she had called for were all outside, and that one of them-Edaine-was two minutes late and had somehow managed to hurt himself, too. She sighed, exasperated, and stood. It looked as if the group was not off to a good start-what she hadn't told them was that if one of them was late then they would all suffer the punishment, as part of the training they were about to undergo.<br/><br/>Moving out from behind the desk, she reached towards the door with a glowing hand and turned it, using her power to open the door and pull it towards herself. "Enter, please. We have much to discuss before you all leave together."<br/><br/>She was still unsure about this group, and though it didn't show in her face, it showed in the way that she reached for her staff, her fingers trailing over the clear quarts crystal set into the top of it. She had made it herself a few years before with Marina's aid, and she had used it ever since. Marina herself had been sparing with her comments on these students, saying some were too gentle while others switched personalities like a Fire Guardian forged weapons-easily and often.<br/><br/>But then again, Marina herself was famed for her truly Scottish temper, and Sienna had had to halt her in her tracks more than once to keep her from pulverizing someone that had angered her. Sienna would have smiled at the thought, but she had to keep appearances up for her students right now. Turning more towards them, she kept her face blank. They had had enough time to enter by this point, so she began without checking that they had done. Her voice was clear, ringing out with the ease of authority that each of the twelve Disciples held.<br/><br/>"You have all been here at least a year, now. You know our inner workings, and why we exist. Marina tells me that you are all adequate fighters, and your teachers in the school are satisfied with your learning. It is time for you to begin the next level of training before you are to be called Guardians." She moved back to her desk as she spoke, reaching to rub Sandy's ears. Her cat had jumped up onto the desk and was watching them, too, her eyes narrowed suspiciously as they waited for the students' response.