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A man dressed in sky blue robes, with the symbol of Irori embroidered on one sleeve, pauses to watch the flying pair. He is not intimidating in build, but his movements seem graceful and efficient as if he had spent a great deal of time in physical training. Breezes blow through his hair that do not seem to affect the rest of the courtyard.

"Ah, to fly," he muses wistfully. "That is a form I have not yet mastered. One of you flies by strength of will, the other by the strength of her wings. Does it matter to the air? I hope it will not disturb your training if I sit and meditate on these matters."

He chooses an out of the way corner of the courtyard, and folds his legs beneath him to sit. He is nearly still, but for the wind still moving his hair, and a careful observer could tell that his eyes are always tracking the two fliers.

"My name is Qibli," offers the Sylph. "Named after the wind." He watches the other players, thoughtfully, before joining in the game . . .

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Perform (Kemari): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

He manages several successful passes to other players with a variety of kicks, but once misses an attempt to play it off of his head. He tends to play very energetically, kicking the ball with force, but lacking the graceful movements of a more experienced player like Taiicho. "An interesting game," he comments. His efforts do not seem to have winded him, or distracted him from conversing. "I see that I have much to learn."

A young man dressed in monk's robes approaches the game tentatively. The bluish tint of his skin suggests that he is not human, and his hair seems to move in the wind even when those nearby feel no breeze.

"Pardon me," he addresses Taiicho, politely. "I see that you are already teaching the game to one new player. Would it bother you if I attempt to play also? Irori teaches that we should always seek out new challenges to improve ourselves."

He performs some simple stretches and takes a few warm up kicks without the ball.

An unimposing monk, dressed in pale blue robes, responds quietly . . .

Well spoken, Raven. One of my teachers once told me, "If you don't want to be enslaved by any other, then you must master your own self." As a new recruit to the Pathfinders, I hesitate to give instruction to those who are more experienced than I, and hold positions of authority, but I have found them wise words to live by.