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[center][color=004b80][h1][b]Kano Hargor[/b][/h1][/color][/center]

The word dancing on the tip of her tongue was 'normal'. That simple line of thinking in an older student had always sparked a wrath in the Headmaster, who viewed the intertwining of elemental practices into everday life as completely nornal. It was natural. 
To Kano, a day without someone working in tandem with the powers they wielded, would be the strangest day he could imagine. But for a fledgeling just beginning their journey to understanding it was a good sign. It was a natural starting point.

"I do not believe you will lose friends over something you have little true control over. If anything, Miss Sidonia, you will only continue to make friends. That is the community we build. Trust, friendship, respect. We thrive whede others would falter.."

A thin line of water was slowly rising from Kanos feet, taking shape to the invisible will of the practitioner. Control was achieved through understanding. Hnderstanding came from a place of respect. To shape the element you were blessed with required time.
In the capable hands of Kano the form of a rose bloomed to life, made from crystal clear ice so perfectly smooth and well shaped to the resemblance of the plant, that you could swear it was made of diamonds.

The rose was cold to the touch but even as he placed it in thr girls hands, it was clear that nothing would melt its exquisite form unless Kano willed it.

"You will learn to wield your gift with time. Much as I have done, so to will you. The rose is yours, a reminder of sorts. When you can shape from the ice something that mirrors the beauty of your body and soul, we will march further into understanding. Until then, practice. Learn from mistakes. The chill you give off will obey your will when you learn what subtle worry controls it."