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Damn that Smith! Gwyn fumed to herself at the thrown together, last minute, non-sense that he had yet again talked her into.

A frown creased the stocky woman's face. Damn and double damn. What the hell was he thinking. A furnace and that walking gem store. She was just a week away from heading back to her own work and he sprung it on her.

'Oh, one last class', and 'It'll be simple', and that silver-tounged snake lied! Gwyn crossed her arms. She'd just have to find out from the kids what was going on, then.

"But... Daddy..." Nate's whining voice carried down the empty hallways leading to the classroom they'd been directed to. "I already had a class about it..."

Talner was tugging his teenage son (his hand was guarded by at least three potholders) down the hallway. "Yes, little buddy, I know. But this class will help you even more. Maybe you can learn how to control this thing."

Nathaniel frowned as he was forced along. He couldn't learn how to control it; he knew that already. He'd tried and tried, but he couldn't. He'd always be like this. No one would be able to touch him or get too close; he'd burn them all. He could see the sweat on his father's brow as the man endured the heat around the boy to get Nate to his class.

Finally, the pair found the room and Talner stopped, dropping the boy's hand. "Here we are! Go on in. I'll wait out here until your class is over..." With scooting motions, he urged the boy to open the door and enter.

Nate sighed as the door shut, cutting him off from his father until it was to be opened again. The teen almost wrenched it open and left the room, but he could tell that people were already in it. Turning, he spotted another boy about his age with strange things growing on him. And... there was a woman, probably the teacher.

Tugging his fireman jacket a bit apprehensively, the boy found a chair and started towards it before he realized it was plastic. He'd melt that... Nate looked around for something more durable before just taking a seat on the floor.

Halcyon stands and nods his head, "I've learned how to condense the crystals and anchor them to my body, as well as to how to turn them into dust. What I want to learn is more finite control so I could use them in more detailed fashions such as artisan jewelry. I've also experimented with the concepts of using it as a weapon, possibly in dust form that's stringed together atomically to cause controlled internal damage." he gives Gwyn a bow before seating himself back down.

Gwyn nodded. Halycon was a simple extension of his prior class, refining the skills so to speak. At least the kid had good manners. Nate on the other hand, needed to relearn the basics if he couldn't even get it the first time. "Very well. Halycon, create a design, sculpt it in crystal as small as you can get it without loosing detail. I'll review your work and discuss it when you're done."

The woman advanced on Nate after that, "Nathaniel. Begin meditation and bring your temperature down as cool as you can."

Halcyon pulled a quartz out of his pocket and set it down on the table before him. He held his hands over it and closed his eyes, focusing purely on the particles and molecular structure of the crystal as he moved them slowly and one at a time. His whole intent was to replicate the other boy in the class, someone he was unfamiliar with.

Halcyon ignored Gwyn's presence for the moment as he focused. The quartz becoming a blob that had a very vague human shape, slowly gaining definition. Eventually Hal stopped and sat back, trying to slow his breath. It looked kind of human...ish. He gave a sigh and glances at Gwyn, "Need to catch my breath and relax before I can continue."

Gwyn nodded. "Good, I'm glad you recognize that you need a break," she said dryly remembering their last class. Inspecting the work she nodded, "Good work so far."

Moving back to Nate she tapped him on the shoulder.

Nate nearly jumped a mile into the air when Gwyn tapped him on the shoulder. The boy barely refrained from yelping as he looked up to see what the woman wanted. "Yes?" His voice did not mask his frustration well.