<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Welkin Graham<br/><strong>Team:</strong>WMTT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>West's class<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Luna,<br/><br/>“Okay, we’ll split it and try this out. May be risky, but we’re not going to find out until we work it out ourselves. Let’s just do our best to not blow off fingers.” Since he used formed dust for Hope, he already knew how dangerous mishandling Dust could be – but then again, Luna seemed to have a responsible look about her, so he trusted her rather well with something so ‘dangerous’. “I don’t mind holding it at all.” As he took the vial, slightly rough fingers grazed over hers for a brief moment as his hand soon held the vial in a steady position, not tipping it or letting the dust spill as she poured it into the vial. But the way she tensed, the fact that she seemed to lock up ever so slightly. Biting his lip, he then tried to give her a smile.” Hey, you’re doing great. We’re doing great. Don’t worry, okay? Even if we fail we’ll still learn something new.” this was a class, and he doubted there would be a heavy penalty for what amounted to a thought exercise experiment.<br/><br/>Her voice was also so quiet that he didn’t quite catch her talking about the compound until a second later when he processed the words. In all truth he was getting a bit tense himself, fingers subtly wrapping more firmly around the vial he held as she reached for the fire dust. “Count of three? Sounds good. Shall I count?” Once his hand was on the ice dust vial, he took a deep breath, and tried to relax. This time he was the tense looking one before offering another smile. “Okay. One... Two...Three.” As he counted to the magic number, he began to steadily and gently pour the dust with her, trying his best to assuage her fears... Or, at the very least let her know that despite his own sense of bravado slacking, he’d do this with her.