He gestured and the runes on the platform flared.
"Sit.
Liora obeyed crossing her legs awkwardly. She'd never managed to meditate without falling asleep.
"Circulate your qi" he instructed.
She grimaced. "About that… I don't actually have much qi to circulate."
"Then use what you have."
She closed her eyes, trying to focus She could feel it a faint thread of warmth coiled in her core, smaller than a candle flame. Every other disciple had rivers She had a droplet.
Sweat formed on her brow as she coaxed it through her meridians, slow and stumbling like a child learning to walk.
The platform hummed faintly Elder Lan's eyes narrowed "Strange."
"What? Am I doing it wrong? Because I'm very open to feedback."
"No You are… resistant."
She cracked an eye open "Resistant? That sounds like a fancy way of saying broken"
"Not broken," Elder Lan corrected "Your body resists the flow of qi unnaturally As if something rejects it."
