Flowers and rocks... nice ones too.  Still, she was there for sparring!  Well, after her dear friend changed.  She pouted a bit, both at the lack of sparring<em>now</em>and being told to... understand water?  How the hell...?<br/><br/>"Fine, I'll be playing in a puddle or something." she pouted, but then crouched and backflipped...<br/><br/>...to the opposite side of the stream some twenty-five yards away, crouching to watch the water moving through it.  She watched it, flowing, shifting... steady yet wavering in it's path.  Well, for the most part she was watching, but staying still was difficult for her.  Much like water... huh... what a connection...<br/><br/>And so her studying would go...