<b><span style="font-size: 15px">Round Primary</span></b><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eleyna stood on the wooden steps, looking down the dirt road between the houses. The villagers were still gathered at the foot of Kaiyo's house, talking, sometimes shouting. She stared for a long moment at them, wondering what they must be going through, what they must be thinking.<br/><br/>She continued up the steps, opening the shoji door and stepping into the house where the other trainers were gathered. She sat down on the floor with the rest of them. The pictures on the wall were cloaked in shadows, the content of Brollem's abode flickering in and out of the faint illumination of the paper lantern set between the trainers. Trophies cast shadows against the smile on a young boys face, standing beside a machop in a picture frame.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">They're still talking.</span>She said, getting comfortable and pulling the loosely put on kimono tighter around herself. The garment, her hair, all of it had become disheveled and passed far from her mind. She sipped the cup of water in her hands.<br/><br/>It had been a long quiet among them - and one with reason. It took time to absorb what they had witnessed, time for them to reconcile it within themselves. Everything had become so still afterwards. The fire had been put out, and in an instant all the merriment and noise on the hill had turned to silence. Brollem had offered them his house to stay in, and the village had gathered to determine what it all meant, what to do about it. Hours had passed. Eleyna didn't even know what time it was. It didn't really matter. Sleep wouldn't find her tonight.<br/><br/>She looked around the group. Someone needed to break the silence, but she wasn't going to be the one to do it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>