Austin sat in his dorm room, his legs crossed, eyes closed. He wasn't sure when training would begin, but till then he would mediate. His breathing was slow and deep, his hands rested on his sides. Again, unknown to him, lava began to circle around him. The mixture of his powers. He took a deep breath in, relaxing his muscles starting at his feet and working his way up. Generally he stopped mediating once he reached his head, because there is not much to do after that, and without it outside thoughts would make their way in.