<div class="floatleft">(http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo276/metalsonic2nd/a873037732a031915a7774dabec7a320.jpg?t=1335649016)</div><strong>Myara Kytal</strong><hr/>When the dream came again Myara woke up in early morning out of breath and in a cold sweat.  She had only mentioned the dream to one of the masters seeking understanding before but since the recurring dream seemed it wouldn't leave her alone so began to consider discussing the vision with more of her elders once day proper.  In the meantime she would calm herself the best way she knew how.<br/><br/>She quickly got dressed, today in the tunic and pants provided for her when she first arrrived at the temple, though without the undertunic which wouldn't allow her skin to breathe or the tabbard or robe which got in the while she ran.  Once dressed she quickly sneaked outside in search of new and challenging obstacles to traverse.<br/><br/>She'd been at it for a few hours when Master Eliru Qeewan, the one in whom Myara had seeked advice for the dream, approached and declared that she was to accompany her.  The young Zeltron wasn't quite sure what to make of the request, but she followed along, frankly a bit ready for a relaxing walk after her vigorous exercise.<br/><br/>Myara followed the Mirialan woman through the temple until instructed to stand among a group of other students in front of a similarly sized group of masters which Master Qeewan joined but remained silent as though waiting for something else.  Goosebumps appeared along the young woman's silky pink skin and a light shiver ran down her spine as the silence unnerved her though she dare not break it.