"Your, learning..." His voice rang out, a low and strange sound in the already alien atmosphere of the graveyard... It could have come from anywhere, and yet it did not. No, it came from a corner nearby... And for the barest of moments, he stood there, tall and regal, cloaks billowing in the wind, figure set aglow by the full moon on high, peeking through cloudy skies. He stood there, staring back, and yet was he really? It was strange, his very presence causing a blurred ache in her eyes... But was he there? Or, no... It was just another mindless zombie. Wasn't it? The more she stared, the more the uncertainty crept through her mind, challenging her wits... But, did he mention something? Something about the mental stealth? "A taste..." He whispered, if that was indeed him standing there, "Of things to come... In later days... In lessons to come..." And with that, the blurring of thoughts, the ache of hte eyes grew, before he stepped back, moving around the corner...<br/><br/>The corner which lead to safety... The safety of a doorway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>