The wind mage sent word to his fellow guildmate to meet him out in the wilds where they would have space to practice. Normally he would just use the training hall but they were a long way from home out here.
The letter simply read,
'Hello, Amen'ra. I'm glad you could make it. Meet me in the fields outside the town. It's time to practice.
-Kaz'
The wind mage wandered out of town and into the fields beyond the rolling meadows filled with flowers. The place he found was nearly barren and rocky terrain. The rain struggled to bring life to the land. The trees were far off in the distance, looming against the horizon. He had not seen what Amen'ra was completely capable of, nor did he know much about the man's magic so he was playing it safe. And in no small part due to his own destructive magic.
He stood in the empty field and took in a deep breath. He had never attempted something as intricate as this before, but their elements complimented each other well.
The wind mage set down his gear next to a large rock and slipped off his jacket. He walked around and began rolling large rocks together into a central location. They would need something to practice on once they got the hang of it.
Once there was a bunch in position he dusted off his hands and stretched. Making his way next to the one his gear was by he climbed atop it and sat cross-legged.
With closed eyes, he let his mind drift into a meditative state. The wind gently swirled around him as he searched for its balance and waited for Amen'ra to appear.