Mana Capacity - Roran

Roran released an exasperated sigh, he the training, one would have to remain still, right? Roran could not properly recall doing such a thing as he was always active, but he was told in order to use mana, one would have to open themselves up to it, and slowly unlock their mana circuits. A small breath escaped his mouth as he started to clear away some of the distractions in his mind around him, but when he did this, when he could no longer hear anything, he felt a heavy sense of isolation. Perhaps he was not used to this feeling? Maybe just the thought of nearing nothing, seeing nothing, etc. just made him feel empty inside? [1]

Roran lets out a small breath left the male mouth as he attempted to circulate and properly become ‘one with nature’, but something still bothered him greatly. It was impeding his progress during this meditative practice after all. He sighed to himself as he simply wanted to focus on what was around him as he took in more of the vast natural energy being supplied around him by the world, or wherever they were. [2]

Roran then felt something he could not quite describe; it was like a dam being ruptured open and water just spewing out of the opening. At first, Roran was overwhelmed by it all, it was intoxicating to the metahuman, but as he could take in such raw energy, and properly mold it into his body and contain it into something new. He released breath released from his mouth as he could feel himself starting to get a bit more uncomfortable with the task. His body is in a comfortable position that he could sustain for a reasonable amount of time, he couldn’t properly focus his mind as he was more distracted about the feeling of fire within him and the taught of him becoming a bit more like well a dragon if that was possible if he gained more power. [3]

Roran A breath released from his mouth as he could feel himself starting to get a bit more uncomfortable with the task. His body is in a comfortable position that he could sustain for a reasonable amount of time, he couldn’t properly focus his mind as he was more distracted about the feeling of fire within him and the taught of him becoming a bit more like well, the others. if that was possible if he gained more power. Another breath escaped his mouth as the element of flame started to slowly kindle within him as he continued to clear the turbulence in his mind. He heard that he’d be able to find peace under a tree or sitting on some lush grass in a favorite corner of a garden, but really all he could feel was the snow melting under his near and the overwhelming energy being stored in his body involuntarily.[4]

Roran's breathing became more erratic as he broke his concentration and broke off a bit. He needed to calm himself, or something, just getaway. He could feel his temptations as a human rising to gain more power, but why was he like this? Was it because he was getting more energy flown through him? The wildfires continued to conflagrate in his mind as the overabundance of energy continued to weigh on him heavily. He once again felt the temptation to take in more than he wanted to do so, did not know what came over him, was it just the nature of being a metahuman kicking in again? He knew he felt it before, but this time was overwhelming. Soon, he found himself calming down, the wildfires seemingly calm, at ease, maybe it was due to the fact his flames were of the ghastly nature, hot to the view, but cold to the touch, a cold flame.

Once he felt like he gleamed as much as he could he broke off the meditation as he went to train his body, he needed to balance them out.[5]