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Gwyn pressed her lips together, reminding herself that it was the boy's first real lesson. "I'm glad to see that you were concentrating hard enough that you didn't hear me coming, but you should be so focused it would take more than a tap on the shoulder to get your notice," the woman ground out. "Try again. Take a look at Halycon, he's had more practice at meditation."

Halcyon glances at the teacher, "I've also been learning meditation from a Dark Elf who's a trained sniper...I think I might have a slight advantage." he takes a final deep breath and returns to focusing on the crystal statue, refining the details on Talner.

Nate's lip quivered as the teacher critisized him. He was trying. It wasn't easy! He wished it was as easy as the woman made it seem... The boy had just tried to put his mind back into the frame of concentrating when Gwyn snapped at him.

The poor boy lost all control at that, bursting into tears that evaporated almost as quickly as they were formed as a heat wave pushed its way through the room, quickly heating the classroom to the temperature of an oven.

Talner could feel the heat wave escape from under the door and he cracked open the door to see what had happened. The overwhelming heat from the room made him recoil and he hesitated. Things were not going well at all if it was this hot in there. Plus, Nathaniel was sobbing his little heart out in the middle of the room.

Nate continued to sob for a while longer, inwardly cursing his own ability to control himself and his emotions. He'd never learn to control his power if he couldn't even control his emotions! He was just stupid. That was it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. No wonder his mother had left him!

As these thoughts ran through the boy's mind, his body continued to radiate heat outwards, though the boy paid little attention to it. His own body immune to the extreme heat, Nate cried his little heart out, his inward cursing and belittling drowning out any other sounds. If he'd had the control over his legs to, he'd just run out of the classroom and never return!

Gwyn had her eyes closed, concentrating. Her hands moved in slow precise patterns when finally a large globe of ice water splashed down on Nate.

The woman opened her eyes and glared at the comet scroll. "That is enough," she croaked, "You are not a child to be throwing a tantrum."

Halcyon sat back and glances down at the charring on the crystal gloves he made, the forms absorbing back into his hands, they were roughly made but worked at least. With a nod to the teacher he sits back down and returns to working on the crystal Talner he was making with the new inspiration. He aged the form, working on it, the Talner in the statue was a man now, wreathed in flames that were shaped and controlled.

Nate could feel Gwyn's disapproval radiating off of her like heat radiated off of his own body. Managing to take a deep breath without bursting into tears again, the boy slowly nodded. He'd try this meditating thing again. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of the mean teacher and the other boy and how he'd almost baked them to a crisp, but on the ice cube he'd been thinking of originally.