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@⭑ ˢ tiffany young For as long as he could remember, it had always been very difficult for Yangyang to control his powers. It seemed as if once he started getting the hang of something, his focus would break and it would be just as difficult to get back to whatever he thought he was mastering a few minutes before. It didn’t help that all the practicing he did in his youth was without an overseer. He wasn’t even supposed to be practicing his powers, but at least if he had some sort of mentor, they would be able to tell him what he was doing wrong. The least his parents could’ve done was practice controlling it, rather than pretending his powers never existed or as if he was some dang devil child who satan had spawned himself.

But, the times of his youth were in the past, and he was much older now. Even if Yangyang still felt as if he didn’t make as much improvement that others would admire, it was still improvement and he was only going to work harder now to see that he become the best hero he had always envisioned of himself. Baby steps before big ones. That’s what this whole meeting today was all about. There had been a few times where something would make him upset or even nervous and it would send his powers haywire, his mind being so disoriented that he couldn’t figure out a solution on how to cease them. It didn’t help that a few times had embarrassingly enough turned into much more than that. So with the help of the school, he was able to schedule a meeting with a teacher who specialized in meditation, desperately hoping this method could be the one thing that helped calm him down.

The time on his watch blinked 3:29, Yangyang having been standing outside the door for a few minutes now, anxiously trying to prepare for what she might ask him or try to talk to him about. He didn’t know what he should’ve wore, having never been to a meditation session in his life, but decided on a pair of basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt. He’d be more than flustered if he discovered he was wearing the wrong attire, but he was too nervous to ask anybody before coming. Deciding he’s done enough of waiting, he gently pushed the door open and peaked his head in. Once his brown orbs reached the teacher, Yangyang almost immediately tensed up and stayed in his spot for a second.

“Hello,” he spoke, almost as to test if his voice would reach her ears fast enough, but after emitting a shaky sigh, he cleared his throat and spoke up louder.

“Hello, I’m Yangyang? The student you’re supposed to be seeing?” His statement sounded more of like a question, and he wanted to punch himself because obviously she knew who he was.

He opened the door wider, to let himself step into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.

@ᴴ liu yangyang Tiffany pushed and moved the little black piece of the lighter a few times, making a clicking noise but with no flame to go with it. On about the fourth try the gas made a soft wooshing noise, and the orange flame danced upon the end of the stick. Tiffany smiled softly in satisfaction admits the soothing light. She pulled her silky brown hair back behind her face as she leaned over the green candle in front of her, holding the lighter to the match end until the candle could hold the flame and sustain it itself. After a couple of seconds, she pulled back and the flame stayed, guarding it's space and spreading the scent of pine and lavender around the room.

Today Tiffany was meeting up with a student for a private meditation session in her second favorite location to meditate. The building was considered a "spa", but it was more her teaching/office space than anything else, and she absolutely loved it. From hot yoga, to chi, to sitting in the sauna - this place was a piece of heaven on earth, especially to her who loved what she did for a living. Tiffany moved calmly around the room to each of the herbal candles (there were 5 of them). Their scent wasn't too intense, as these candles were all natural and came out a lot smaller than she had hoped for her first time crafting her own. But turned out to fit perfectly fine, as the multiple flames lit the room just enough to where one didn't feel like they were in a dark cave, but low enough where it felt like an escape.

She had never met Liu Yangyang before. He was a relatively new student from what she had heard, and one of his teachers had recommended and talked with Tiffany personally about Yangyang coming in for a one-on-one with her. He had a very powerful wind ability which was directly connected to his emotional state, to the point where if he was even a bit triggered negatively, a large wind storm would appear. Tiffany had had the experience of working with multiple students who personally had very strong sensory triggers. She hoped Yangyang would feel comfortable with her. She knew if they were both open, this process would go very smoothly, and even if not then they would go until he found balance in his life, and the female was more than happy to support him.

She turned off her lighter, moving it back into a basket she had on the side of the room. She was in leggings and a loose athletic long sleeve. She had already placed two yoga mats on the floor facing one another. She had two water bottles and another basket next to her mat. All that was left was for Yangyang to show up. She checked the time on the clock. 3:26. He wasn't late yet, the session didn't start till 3:30. Tiffany bent over and stretched out her legs as she waited patiently for her student to arrive.

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