"The pole is sticking out of the side of your tree and the ball is still attached," he said. "I didn't deny sabotaging the test, but you have no right to accuse me of it," she said. Myranda's vision was fading as what little air she had left was giving out. As her thrashing slowed, Ayna took notice and opened her fist. The fresh air rushed back into her lungs and brought her back around. When she had caught her breath enough to climb to her feet, she did so. "What have I done to you to deserve--" Myranda attempted again, only to receive the same treatment. "For someone renowned for her skill in learning, you certainly are slow to learn when to keep your mouth shut," Ayna said as the girl fell helplessly to the ground. "You are the one at fault as much as her, because you know better," Deacon said. "Fine. Get the flute and the . . . elegy, I suppose. But I am through with her until she is ready for her exam. She is your student now. See that she drills every day," Ayna said, flitting off to her tree and releasing her grip.
