Horizon Ridge Patience you must have, my young padawan

Embry watched the young man make his way to the crest of the ridge. Internally, his mind ravaged the past interaction; the influx of new information that further defined the budding warrior before him. He resolved that, at least, he was an obediant creature. That was all the catalyst he would need for growth.

When the masked youth was settled, Embry only stood there for a moment. "Straighten yourself," he furrowed his brow against the wind; watched that hawkish gaze for any sign of uncertainty or doubt. "Look straight ahead. Don't look at me; you don't need to see me to sense where I am." 

Embry began in a circular path towards his student, moving so that he was just in Illidan's peripherals. When he neared, however, he veered out of sight. "Now, tell me where I am in relation to you." And he made his way to the boy's right hip, where he silently stood from a few paces away.