Seeking Advice

[François Laffont]

If there is one thing that the past few weeks had shown him, other than the fact he didn’t handle pressure so well, was the fact that he needed a lot of practice still. He went a great way since his first time here at the school, but he had been content with the way things were. Now, it was clear he needed to keep working on his skills. He was able to read through someone’s feelings pretty well now, as well as focusing on a person or a specific emotion. But he still could not deal all too well with very strong emotions, especially if he was feeling them also. He wished he could stop being affected so much. And also to be able to shut it down at some point. He managed to quiet it a bit, but it remained a constant buzzing at his ears, one he’d rather have gone for good only to come back at a time of his choosing. So back to the training room for him.



Of course, if he came with the best intentions in the world, he was also pretty taken by everything he was feeling at the moment. The news of SPECTRE had him unhinged. Then two of his closest friends were kidnapped and he had been moping around more than an emo kid. Had it not been more than enough for one teenage boy, feeling everyone’s fear and worry worsened his state. Now they were back, and he was thankful. But he still needed a bit of work before being able to say he was back to his old self.



Franck wanted to speak with someone. He didn’t want to burden his friends further with his worries. They went through a lot, being tortured or helping to get them out of the SPECTRE camp, he’d feel like a drama queen to ask for their comfort when they went through worse than he did. Besides, he also wanted to take the opportunity to talk about his power and if there was not a way to get a turn off button or something. It was why he chose to speak with a trainer. He hoped they’d take the time to talk to him. He could understand how some might prefer not to deal more with the kids than they already were.



He found Lordan Moa in a training room. Whoever she trained before him were gone already. “Mam’selle Moa...” he said as he got in. He knew the English term was Miss, but it was one of the many things he often forgot about, like saying soccer instead of football. “Can I, I mean... do you have some time for me?” he asked her. He didn't want to force her to listen to him, no matter how much he might need it. He never liked crying his fill on someone, anyone.

[Lordan J. Moa]

One could say that Lordan was having quite the relaxing day. For most of her students, it had been mainly about the stress they were undergoing which didn't bother her. She couldn't blame them. When faced with these intense situations and decisions at such a young age, you can't help but to be worried, confused, aggravated, anxious or even upset. Some people dealt with situations worse and/or better than others. Which was why she took the liberty of having more of a meditation training week for a few of her students. That way they could work on their strengths and weaknesses as well as any emotional or mental blocks through the techniques of meditation and for others who were willing; yoga.

Other than reading, it was how Lordan dealt with her daily stresses and even her telepathy. Even at the age of twenty-six she had issues that would occur here and there. Not to mention moments where her telepathy and her relay would act without will. It was bothersome to say the least.

Lordan could be seen in the middle of the training room on one of her favorite yoga mats, in a meditative pose while her hands simply rested on her thighs. Just before, she had a session with the young Lili May who was such a dear. For someone who was blind she sure was a very openly unique child. Even after she left, Lordan stayed in her pose and continued her realm of peace.

When she heard footsteps close in on her Lordan did not have to open her eyes to know that Francios or Franck as he preferred, had been in her presence. His thoughts had been louder than construction workers on a Monday morning. One of the many students she enjoyed being around, he was such a formal and brilliant young man... mentally and emotionally. Even though he didn't give himself as much credit as Lordan would have liked him to. 

A smile could be seen from Lordan as she opened her eyes to look at her student. "Dear, I will always have time for you." She assured him as she patted the other yoga mat in front of her. "Sit, sit." Lordan didn't want to ask what was wrong if anything had been wrong, instead she wanted Franck to let her know what he wanted from her. She always wanted to be the action of the cause from these students. Demanding and bossing even as authority was never a proper way of handling things. 

[François Laffont]

François knew they were going through a lot. All of them, the entire school. It was not easy to be a teenager to begin with, all these changes, all these feelings coming at you, wanting to be taken seriously but still considered a kid by most. Then you added being a mutant in a world that now knew of mutants and feared them on the most part. This was just another layer of complication. But then you had to add what happened with SPECTRE, the kidnappings and the attack that followed. It was more than enough to drift away in a sea of feelings, unable to get a firm grip on anything. When, on top of that, you felt other people’s fears and worries to add to yours, well, you knew how Franck felt.

He lost it a few times in the past days. He wanted to bury himself deep underground, somewhere no one could pick him up, away from everything, at least until this was over. Now it was and, well, it still was a bit hard to tell the truth. He sank so deep it was hard to resurface. Even Franck knew he needed to seek out some help, before he lost it completely. He liked Lordan’s lessons. She was calmer than some of the other trainers around. She understood he needed to focus on his emotions at times before dealing with that of others. And he had to deal with many people, most of them being the drama type of person. He supported them with the best he could but he too needed some support and he was hoping to get some here, with his trainer.

He didn’t want to disturb her during her meditating state of course, but he could not simply stand here and wait for her to acknowledge his presence. So he called her out. He had a small smile as she assured him she had time to listen to him. She could easily have sent him to the counsellor or something. He would assume it was partly a question for these people to deal with. But since it involved his power also, Franck took the chance to talk to a trainer first.

Taking off his shoes, Franck sat on the yoga mat in front of her, as she told him. He still was not exactly certain how he would phrase it yet, but at least she was not pushing him away, so it had to be a good sign. He took a deep breath before looking at her. “Well, you might not be aware but, some of my closest friends got involved with SPECTRE and...” he began to say but stopped mid-sentence. No, it was not how he wanted to say it. “All of this had been a lot for me lately. I kind of lost my control over my power,” he told her. He should probably have practiced more. It was easy, every minute spent here at school was one he could use practicing. Unlike some, he didn’t need a trainer as much, only to point him in the right direction. Or so he thought. Now, he started to see maybe he should have listened more carefully. “I guess I was hoping for it to be a way to have a better control over things. Perhaps even shut it down,” he said. Oh, he was probably asking a lot. If he had not been able to do so yet how could he expect to now. But it was still worth asking, right?

[Lordan J. Moa]

“Well, you might not be aware but, some of my closest friends got involved with SPECTRE and...”

Lordan nodded understandingly. She had a feeling this may have been the issue but one could never be too sure. There was a lot going on with the students and as much as SPECTRE seem to shake the majority of them (staff included), the world didn't evolve around SPECTRE. People would have life issues, if they had been kidnapped or not. Though Lordan and the other staff had been well aware of those who had been kidnapped and she could only pray and hope that their students would not be forever scarred mentally.

Franck had stopped himself in mid sentence to relocate what he really wanted to say. She wouldn't blame him because when it came to to being an empath, who was to say that you didn't have so many thoughts and emotions built up inside of you... Just waiting to be explained or resolved. "What you're wanting for yourself is not impossible, anything is possible if you really strive for it. Just understand that it may a while or it may not take a while to get where you need to be... but it can happen."

A comforting smile formed on her face, "We're both one in the same, we are able to gather information but the information that you and I gather are different. Yours is on more of an soul based, emotional factor. While mine is more mental. So I am just here to guide you, show you possible paths, it's really up to you on how you choose to walk those paths." Lordan wasn't too sure if Franck would understand what she meant but if not, he would later on. In reality, you could not lose something you already had, so if Franck had really lost control there was no doubt that he could gain it back and even hold control stronger than before.

"Now tell me what happened, what was going on around you and how you felt at the time when you felt that you lost control as of recently." They had to start somewhere.

[François Laffont]

It was hard sometimes, to process all the feelings coming at him. He had to take some time for himself every now and then, to scan through them. Sometimes, he even realized he let someone else’s emotion dictate his behaviour for a bit. It could happen, as it sometimes resonated with something already inside of him. It wasn’t just something about him, it worked on most people. For example, if you felt down and went to talk to someone only to see them being really down too, you could feel worse. And it’s normal and even okay, because everyone needed to show some empathy otherwise they’d be considered weird. Franck of course was bringing it to another level, that being his power and all. He could pick up the smallest of feelings and be affected by those.

Franck had a small, hopeful smile as Lordan told him it might actually be possible for him to have a better control. Sure, she also told him it might take a while but he supposed she had to tell him something like that. But if one could tell it was possible and have Franck believe it, it was Lordan. As she said, their power was similar in a way. He nodded at her explanation. “I really want to work this out, no matter how long it will take me. I don’t want to end up in that kind of situation again,” he told her. He was motivated alright. He slipped a bit before. His own feelings had made it hard for him to quiet other people’s feelings and made things worse. But he didn’t have to worry as much anymore. The students were back, SPECTRE left them for now. The only thing he had to worry about was to help his friends cope with all of this. Compared to the rest, it should be easy. Well, not as demanding regarding his power.

He took a deep breath as she asked him to explain what happened. He wasn’t used to talk so much about himself. He would even minimize things if he could do so. He was not guarded or anything, he just never liked to burden anyone with his own problems unless he had no other choice. Or maybe it was just the fact that he was a guy. He did hesitate a bit at first. But he came to her precisely because he needed help, he could not step back just because he didn’t feel like sharing. She probably would be able to pick it up on her own anyway. “I, hum... Well at first they were gone and we had no idea what happened to them. I was worried and then everyone started to think about it and it made it worse. And my dad was scared something might happen to me so anywhere I went people were scared and worried and it made me feel even more scared and worried.” At this point, Franck stopped. He had started to talk faster to say as many things as quickly as possible, to get it over with. “It just didn’t want to stop and I wasn’t able to concentrate long enough to shut myself from it. Then we found out they were kidnapped and my other came to help but I couldn’t,” he added after a pause, his pace still a little fast. The whole time, he avoided her eyes. Had he caught her watching him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to go on. He shrugged at last, thinking it pretty much summed it up. Well, unless she was asking for something more in particular but then he didn’t get it like that. He finally looked back at her. “That’s why I want to try to turn it off, if I can say. Now I can manage the cafeteria but bigger crowds, especially when there is something emotionally big going on, it’s not enough to quiet it down, it’s obvious now,” he told her. He hoped she will agree to help him get there.

[Lordan J. Moa]

Lordan studied Franck's face. She had always believed in respecting the privacy of others so she never really peeked into the minds of others unless they asked her to, if it was beyond her control or if she knew others would be in danger. So studying one's facial expressions even as they spoke had been a habit of hers, a good habit at that. She could only imagine the trouble and pain that Franck was possibly going through.

“I really want to work this out, no matter how long it will take me. I don’t want to end up in that kind of situation again,”

She simply nodded, "And you will work this out, we will work on this together." Even though Lordan was very strict on letting the students know that their own outcomes would be made by their own actions, as they were their own people. She also wanted to make sure that Franck knew that he wouldn't have to go through this alone.

Listening to Franck helped her confirm what she figured had already been the starting issue. Emotions would always play a major part in Franck's life regardless if he wanted to realize it or not but she was more than certain that he understood that. It sounded as if the issues not only had to deal with the number of and intensity of the emotions but as well as how he also chose to handle the situation at hand. "It sounds as if we may need to get you around a crowd bigger than the ones you're used to dealing with at BA. First we'll have to start with you, and getting you to realize that the sooner you're able to calm your own self down during this ganging of emotions, the sooner you can turn your empathy on and off. Even if it that means that we have to start you off with quieting each and every emotion one by one until they're completely shut out."

Lordan smiled, "Let me ask you something. Have you ever been to a sporting event lately? I'm not talking High School sports but pro basketball or even baseball?" Lordan had an idea that may involve them going out to a major game or even the biggest mall in Montana. It was a stretch but it would be a step up from your everyday Bellefonte Academy.

[François Laffont]

Franck nodded at the words his trainer gave him. He felt calm in her presence. She was definitely in control. He had no idea if it her simply that she was naturally good at it or if it was her yoga and meditation that contributed to it but the calm vibes he got from her helped him. It allowed him to be calm also. He smiled as she agreed to help him out. “Thank you, mam’zelle Moa,” he replied on a soft tone. He knew the English term was miss. But he was used to the French one, or at least its abbreviated form. It was not like anyone in that school didn’t know he was French already.

Franck tried not to appear too apprehensive right on the spot when she said he might need to deal with a bigger crowd. He was avoiding crowds as much as he could. He managed to deal with a classroom, if he was able to focus on the teacher enough. And the cafeteria had grown to become something endurable for him. It was still hard at times and he would pick a remote table if he could find one, but he managed. Did she want him to get in the middle of them? Or perhaps join the crowd encouraging a team during a game or something. It always proved difficult as the level of excitement made it very hard for him to contain. Now, maybe he grew better at that, he never tried after that last time several months ago.

But Lordan said they should work on his first and Franck nearly let out a sigh of relief at that. She was right, it started with him. If he could calm himself down, then perhaps he’ll get a better grip at things. “Usually, I try to isolate myself, so I can process all the feelings I got from the day. But it’s not always easy to find a spot where I won’t risk to bump into someone,” he explained. It was not like he would ask them to leave him alone when it happened. And then he had to go with their feelings also. Luckily for him, most feelings wore out pretty fast once he left the source of it. Unless it struck a nerve in him or something. Then he would need some peace and quiet to purge out anything that did not come from him. Or even to deal with his feelings.

He paused when she talked of sports event. And here he thought about it only a moment ago. Again, he tried not to appear too nervous at the thought of it. “Not in a while. All this excitement gets to my head. They just... feel it too much? Or too many feel it, I suppose,” he said, shrugging as he wasn’t sure himself how to properly phrase it. “I usually avoid big crowds,” he admitted.

[Lordan J. Moa]

“Thank you, mam’zelle Moa,”

She simply smiled, his manners was something that not many people his age had. Giving thanks was never really needed when it came to Lordan, she was always glad to help whenever she was needed or wanted. Besides, all she was doing was transferring the helpful energy to the younger students, the same energy that she received when she attended BA. If anything, she was just passing on the help.

When she had mentioned... well, suggested being around a bigger crowd, Franck had shown a slight change in his face. This was expected and in all honesty, Lordan would never throw her students in the ocean to make them learn how to swim, instead she suggested things just to get reactions. Reactions gave her what she needed to know without having to pry or even peek into one's thoughts. That way she could see if she really needed to have exercises easier on her student or harder, just by the way they reacted to her. It also didn't mean that it was impossible but did they feel as if it was possible for them?

Lordan chuckled, not at Franck but more at the fact that it was pretty hard to be physically alone in this world. "It is never easy to find a quiet spot. Trust me dear, I get you one hundred percent. But I should let you in on a little secret: You don't have to be physically alone to be alone." It was true, there were some people who knew how to cut themselves out of the world we live in easily and still walk the streets with tons of people around and act like they were the only ones there. Lordan had also been one who was always in her own little world but it was more as a defense mechanism for herself. Being flooded by thoughts were just as suffocating as being flooded with emotions, that weren't yours.

"In due time, you shouldn't have to feel like you need to avoid big crowds. If anything I hope we get to a point where you actually enjoy it or at least, don't mind it. As for right now, how do you feel about meditation? As corny or unsightly as it may sound, it may be what you need to help get you past this sudden obstacle." It was worth a try.

[François Laffont]

Back when he was in France, Franck had to address his teachers like this, saying good morning miss, yes miss, excuse miss and on and on. If you add to that his mother who always tried to make him a good little boy, well, it only made it stick on him, even when people were less... not polite that was rude but less into that sort of things. It was two different mentalities. Even saying thank you seemed a rare feat these days. It was sad. It came naturally out of Franck’s lips.

Lordan might not realize but she was doing more than being helpful to him. Her calm nature rubbed on the boy, perhaps more than it would on some. If she had been stressed out deep down inside, he wouldn’t be so relaxed. The more she tried to send positive waves his way, the better he was. If she even did it consciously. He knew most did not. You want your friend to feel good but don’t know how so you just stick around. Well that meant even more to Franck since he still picked up your intentions and it affected him. He was happy to be around Lordan, as she allowed him to calm the storm going on inside of him every now and then. It might even be why he managed to talk so easily about what happened to him as of late.

He nodded as she said what he came to notice himself: that it was hard to find one quiet spot. There would always be someone or it wouldn’t last long. He was interested however when she said there was a way for him to be alone without being physically alone. He got what she meant, a way of shutting down all ambient sounds, with people’s feelings toned down to the point of barely noticing them. She suggested meditation. “I have tried meditation but not in a while. If you think it can help me I’m ready to try again,” he told her. He did some exercises when he first arrived but perhaps it was the fact it was all new to him, it didn’t have the effects he wished for. He was a lot more motivated this time however.

[Lordan J. Moa]

“I have tried meditation but not in a while. If you think it can help me I’m ready to try again,”

This was good. Not a lot of students favored the idea of meditation and it was because they felt as if they either didn't need it or that meditation was silly. Did she blame them? Absolutely not. If people thought they didn't need it then that was fine but everyone seemed to forget that just the simple task of daydreaming or laying around thinking, contemplating about life was meditation as well. People just didn't realize it. "Okay."

Lordan sat up straight on her mat and crossed her legs into her usual seated meditation position. Her hands rested palm facing down on her legs as she looked at Franck with an assuring smile. "First, I want you to sit in a position that feels most comfortable to you, just as long as you're sitting up straight. Having a correct posture allows your breathing to flow easily, naturally." She then closed her eyes and for a few minutes concentrated on her breathing until it was at it's normal pattern.

She spoke to him telepathically, hoping he didn't mind the new method of communication. ::I hope you don't mind me communicating with you this way, I'd hate to interrupt your breathing but once you find your calmed breathing pattern until you can't notice it anymore and after a few minutes tell me how you're feeling. Don't have to open your mouth to say a thing. Study that emotion(s), figure out what it is and how it feels.::

Lordan was sure that Franck had a good idea of how his emotions were and how they worked, she knew this but for him to be able to be able to cancel out anything from the outside he should have knowledge of how it worked on the inside. If anything he could simple think of how he was feeling and Lordan would be able to pick up off of that.

[François Laffont]

The reason why François was ready to try meditation was all a question of power. His was a mental ability. He didn't really see then how physical exercise would be of much help. Besides, it was clear he trained, if only a little. Franck loved to run and the analogy of him running away from feelings did not escape him. But that worked very little. For a mental problem, a mental solution, that seemed to be the most logical thing to do. And if meditation worked for Lordan to calm down the flow of information she was getting from others, he was ready to try and see if that could not help him also.

As he saw her sitting up straight, Franck found himself imitating her a bit. He shifted position however, trying to find the most comfortable position she mentioned. That done, he straightened his back again and had a brief nod in direction of his trainer. He was grateful she was ready to help him right now despite not having a training session planned with her. He didn’t need an entire session anyway and he wouldn’t need to disturb her like this too often. Once he’ll get a grip at the meditation thing, he could try it anywhere. When he saw Lordan closing her eyes, he did the same, trying to copy what she was doing, focusing on his breathing and all.

He frowned at first when he heard her voice in his mind. It was as if his brain struggled to understand how this was possible. But he then seemed to recall where he was and forced himself not to be so thrown out by it. He returned to his breathing as she told him not to interrupt it. She wanted him to tell her how he felt, but not in words. He supposed she meant he wanted her to express it through his mind or something. He wasn’t quite sure how it would work but if she managed to open a channel to him, it was no big leap to assume she could also hear him as much as he could hear her.

Franck was used to read people’s emotions. He could recognize happiness from anger like one recognized the scent of an apple from an orange. They all came to him and he could tell in which category they came from and the level of intensity for all of these emotions. Of course, his own, he could read them only like anyone could with their own. Still, he made an effort. “Calm... and hope, and some worries... makes it hard to push it all back. Can you really hear all that?” François had done real efforts for his thoughts to create those words and try to project them to hers as he was not quite sure how this way of communication worked. He never really talked telepathically before.

[Lordan J. Moa]

Throughout their short session Lordan had made sure not to pick up any of Franck's thoughts as a whole until she felt his willingness to speak back to her. Her telepathy was weird, it wasn't too long ago that she could feel when someone was trying to reach out to her mentally instead of having to always search for what she needed to hear. This was all without using her telepathic relay as well, in which she used when trying to communicate with more than one person.

“Calm... and hope, and some worries... makes it hard to push it all back. Can you really hear all that?”

So having to pick up on that thought at the right time hadn't been a task for her. Nodding her head (even though she knew Franck probably couldn't see it), she responded. ::Yes, I can. Now seeing how you've identified at least three out of the lot, which is child's play for you, I'm sure. Instead of trying to push them all away, take your time, focus and try blocking them out one by one. It does not matter how long it takes you, just as long as it's done:: It was important for Franck to realize that he didn't have to push so much away all at once, that could cause a possible strain... or worse. He was able to sense and identify with ease but the more he allowed himself to block out one after another, the faster he'd be able to do it which may lead to him doing it all at once, within time.

She sent him one more tidbit, ::Think of it as an exercise you can do on your own, practice leads to your goal::

[François Laffont]

It felt so weird to hear a voice in his head. He was not talking about your good conscience or whatever, he meant really someone else’s voice. Lordan must be used, as it was her power and she clearly practiced it on others before doing so on Franck. A series of weird questions popped in his head. Such as, could his accent be heard, when it was mere thoughts? He always believed, since he was French, that his thoughts came in French. So was she getting them in that language or did she have some sort of universal translator or whatnot?

He tried to push those silly thoughts away. They were not helping him in the slightest. He was supposed to concentrate on his breathing and his emotions. Not try to understand how this worked. He couldn’t even tell how his power worked or at least had never managed to phrase it in a way he found satisfactory, so why would he asked it of others?

He frowned even though she might not be able to see, if she still had her eyes closed. He wasn’t quite sure how he could push all emotions away. Ever since his power awoke in him he had never been able not to feel at least one emotion. Sure, his own, he felt them like any normal person felt their own emotions. That didn't make it any easier. He tried to focus on the calm instead for now. It would help not get the other ones, to push them or blocking them as she said. ::I’ll definitely practice it on my own,:: he thought, not certain she’d pick that like she did the one before or not. He did wonder if, since she picked what he thought earlier, if she got his questioning also. He tried not to let that affect him but he knew he shifted slightly at the thought of it.

The fact she was calm herself helped greatly. ::You mind sending some calm waves to me? To help me shut everything else, for this one,:: he asked of her. He then realized she might not know exactly what he meant. Well, she could assume it was done the same way as this communication but perhaps she could use some specifications. ::If you focus on one emotion in particular, I pick this one and it’s harder to get the others. I know I’m supposed to block them all but some more calm might help me concentrate on that,:: he explained. Letting them out one after the other however, after being saturated with other people’s emotions, that did seem like a good idea, a faster and easier way to process them all and find enough calm in himself to get which ones were his.

[Lordan J. Moa]

Certain thoughts were louder and more noticeable than the others. For example, Lordan wanted to answer whatever she picked up from Franck but at the same time she wasn't trying to weird him out or break him away from his current concentration. Ever since she found out that she was "special" with a certain ability, everyone always asked the same questions and there were all very easy and obvious answers to those questions. Then there was a lot of questions that she couldn't answer and with being a telepath, not being able to answer questions right off the bat was frustrating to Lordan. Usually she had all the answers and other times that wasn't the case.

She had to admit, Franck's ability to wanting to focus and really work on his practice made Lordan a very happy trainer. Power only came to those who worked for it and in no time at all, if he kept at it, he'd be better than before. Lordan slightly smiled at Franck's mention of practicing on his own, it made her happy. The moment Franck asked for a calm wave of emotions, Lordan tried her best to understand better at what Franck wanted from her. She knew how to be calm and stay calm and hopefully that was more than enough emotion for Franck to pick up on.

So she took a deep breath and allowed herself to block out any nearby thoughts other than Franck's. Throughout the time they were together, Lordan was mostly happy and calm and now she allowed herself to calm down even more. Hoping that it would be the only emotion that Franck could pick up from her. To be honest, she was even proud that he managed to continue to speak "to" her while also focusing on his powers. He was multitasking and she wasn't sure he was aware of it but she was proud. ::Regardless if you realize it or not, you are the boss in this situation. I will do whatever you need me to.::

She continued to keep herself calm.

[François Laffont]

Franck will not pretend he understood his power. He wasn’t even sure how to describe how it worked if people asked him. All he knew was that no matter where he went, people’s feelings were like attracted to him, as if they wanted him to know exactly what was going on beneath the skin. Sometimes, it was like going to a very aromatic garden. The scents he got might be too much on occasions and the multitude of them made it hard to find one in particular, but there was always one scent stronger than others. Sometimes, the emotions were overflowing and hitting him hard, like a wave that left you coughing up water when you know you should hold your breath for the next one coming. It was pretty images but even those didn't seem exactly accurate.

Of course, in his many years studying here at Bellefonte, he perfected his power a bit. He was not as affected, only if the emotions were really strong, shared by a lot of people or resonating against something within himself. He was also able to focus on one emotion if he wanted. It required concentration and of course if the emotion was relatively weak in intensity, like quietude, anything stronger might throw him out of focus. But Lordan right now seemed in control of her emotions and rather calm so he thought if he could focus on her then perhaps he’ll be able to calm himself. For that, he had not to feel too proud and how happy she was that he wanted to work on this.

He had felt her emotions throughout this whole session although he never really focused on them, much like what he was doing during class or while eating at the cafeteria, focusing on himself and the things close to him. Now, he allowed his mind to pick up what he got from her and let it affect him somehow. He calmed down, his thoughts no longing going in every direction. He got the pride she had in him but he thought it was just a reminiscence from earlier. He startled slightly when she pointed out he was the one in control here. For a second, some fear he would mess up came to him but he forced it out of his mind.

After a moment, he opened his eyes. He didn’t know how long they had been in that position, let alone how much time she could give him before she had to train somebody else. “Thank you, mam’selle Moa,” he told her. For now, he thought it would have to do. But he could definitely work on that skill for later use.