He was gifted, that was not in question. He picked up skills that took padawans years to master, yet he was limited in the scope of his power. If she had a child... a child to mold as Master A'na Eldhil had molded her... a youngster would be the perfect student to teach.

Hawkins was willing, she could tell, but his hate for her was nearly overwhelming at times. It was all she could do to remain calm herself as his emotions roiled around the room. As long as she could teach him, he would be loyal. But as to how she would ultimately bind him to her... it was beyond her at the moment.

Once he had mastered fire, then she could begin teaching him Destruction. He would take easily to it, she imagined, as it was merely another form of energy manipulation. Grime would become a walking weapon, and he would be nearly unstoppable. As she herself was.

Lilaena turned to the fire in the fireplace, and slowly the flames faltered, and began to dissapate. "To truly control your power, you must know how to rid yourself of unwanted affects. A burning shield of flame is of no use if you yourself are burnt by it." The fire was almost gone, and then it leapt from the fireplace to the floor between student and teacher. She fanned the flames a bit, driving them towards him as the moldering carpets burned.