Timestamp: 56th of Fall
It was bright and early in the morning, only 7 bells have passed since midnight and already Ishkaral could be found training in the Common Room of his home. This morning he spent on training in Projection...one of the few magicbranches that he is slightly knowledgeable about...Actually the magicbranch in which he is the least skilled in, of the ones he knows something 'bout. He dislikes being incompetent in something but he recognizes that everybody needs to start somewhere and that everybody was, at some point in time, incompetent in their skill.
As he sat on the wooden floor of the common room, in the typical posture that he uses to hone his magic proficiency aswell as his focus...On his knees with a straight spine and relaxed wrists, or palms, resting on his upperlegs. The only alteration in his environment from training in morphing, was that there was a wooden dagger laying a feet or 2 in front of him, the dagger is normally used for simulating an attack from an armed opponent or learning an attack from a dagger-wielder's perspective, to be able to better react against it...but not now, now it was just laying there, seemingly carelessly placed there but that wasn't the case.
The dagger was placed there because it was a small, light object that Ishkaral would soon attempt to move with his astral projection. He didn't intend to leave the human shell completely, but only his hand up to his wrist. He had been skipping on training in projection for a rather silly reason really, because he didn't like to be confronted with his own incompetence, so he wasn't going to be foolish and overexert himself in the arcane art. As Ishkaral sits there, with Eshacro on the backseat keeping quiet as to not interfere with the training, he guides his Djed to his wristjoint and slowly...very slowly...dislodges it from his soul and effectively detached it from his astral body. Ishkaral can feel that it succeeded since his hand up to his wrist feels very numb like it's asleep.
Continueing his focus, Ishkaral guides his ethereal and projected hand towards the wooden dagger and pushes it away from his actual body, he keeps doing this slowly and once the dagger's pushing motion became harder and too stressing on Ishkaral's Djed aswell as his concentration, he methodically retracted his projected part of his astral body and lodged it back to his soul's wristjoint. Slightly too fast and rough but he could feel his hand again nonetheless, albeit with some minor aching in his wrist.
Inhaling and exhaling deep he rested, while it's not physically tiring, it's heavy on the mind aswell as soul.
It was bright and early in the morning, only 7 bells have passed since midnight and already Ishkaral could be found training in the Common Room of his home. This morning he spent on training in Projection...one of the few magicbranches that he is slightly knowledgeable about...Actually the magicbranch in which he is the least skilled in, of the ones he knows something 'bout. He dislikes being incompetent in something but he recognizes that everybody needs to start somewhere and that everybody was, at some point in time, incompetent in their skill.
As he sat on the wooden floor of the common room, in the typical posture that he uses to hone his magic proficiency aswell as his focus...On his knees with a straight spine and relaxed wrists, or palms, resting on his upperlegs. The only alteration in his environment from training in morphing, was that there was a wooden dagger laying a feet or 2 in front of him, the dagger is normally used for simulating an attack from an armed opponent or learning an attack from a dagger-wielder's perspective, to be able to better react against it...but not now, now it was just laying there, seemingly carelessly placed there but that wasn't the case.
The dagger was placed there because it was a small, light object that Ishkaral would soon attempt to move with his astral projection. He didn't intend to leave the human shell completely, but only his hand up to his wrist. He had been skipping on training in projection for a rather silly reason really, because he didn't like to be confronted with his own incompetence, so he wasn't going to be foolish and overexert himself in the arcane art. As Ishkaral sits there, with Eshacro on the backseat keeping quiet as to not interfere with the training, he guides his Djed to his wristjoint and slowly...very slowly...dislodges it from his soul and effectively detached it from his astral body. Ishkaral can feel that it succeeded since his hand up to his wrist feels very numb like it's asleep.
Continueing his focus, Ishkaral guides his ethereal and projected hand towards the wooden dagger and pushes it away from his actual body, he keeps doing this slowly and once the dagger's pushing motion became harder and too stressing on Ishkaral's Djed aswell as his concentration, he methodically retracted his projected part of his astral body and lodged it back to his soul's wristjoint. Slightly too fast and rough but he could feel his hand again nonetheless, albeit with some minor aching in his wrist.
Inhaling and exhaling deep he rested, while it's not physically tiring, it's heavy on the mind aswell as soul.
