Timestamp: 11th of Spring, 510 AV
The preparations required were many. On the previous day Sturlin had spent the evening seeking out a suitable test site for his experiment. He had learned through personal experience that one should not employ Reimancy without having carefully thought out the cause and effect of one's actions. Even as he began the day he was sure to eat well and maintain a state of calmness as he went about his chores and gathered up his backpack.
While he knew where he would be conducting the test he still did not know if it would function properly, and he was therefore required to take into account the possibility of failure. As he walked toward the stream he took several calming breaths, attempting to focus his attention inward on the task at hand. It was not until he reached the cool water and knelt to drink from it that he realized his left hand was shaking violently.
Before he could go on he would have to calm himself. Fear and haste were the enemy of focus. Remaining in his kneeling position he sat backward carefully on his calves and examined the forest around him. A small bird was trilling loudly nearby in an attempt to attract a mate. The recent drizzle had swollen the stream slightly and more than one fish could be seen searching for a larger body of water. Twigs cracked in the distance as a small animal thundered through the brush, probably in flight from a predator.
Taking his left knee in his left hand he gripped it firmly to calm the shaking, relaxing and reapplying his grip several times to work out the tension. His right hand rested gently on his right knee. Bowing his head he began to focus more on the sounds of the stream and the water than on the sounds of his surroundings. Of course, his first attempt at calming his mind were far from perfect. As he was in an unprotected watering area he found himself unable to resist searching his surroundings for danger every five or ten minutes.
Still, an hour later as he stood and hitched his pack up onto his back his breathing was easier and his hand was steady. It would be a good day. He would be successful this time. There was no way he could blow himself up. Of course this sort of thing was routine, what was he worried about? This stream of positive reinforcement repeated in his mind over and over was only half-genuine, and the other half was self pep-talk.
After awhile this string of encouragement was more of a distracting mantra than a help. His mind was becoming cluttered with words and thoughts, which no matter how he twisted them inevitably would lead back to his trepidation about the task at hand. Perhaps a bit of observation would clear his mind, he thought. Once again he focused on clearing his mind, but on this attempt he did it while inspecting the trail for tracks and evidence of nearby animals. Out here he had all the time in the world to reach his destination, and so he would pause to examine the scratched bark of a tree where some unknown creature had marked its territory, or the trampled leaves of a sapling where a large hoofed creature had fled from a predator he did not recognize.
This proved to be a far more effective tactic than before. Worries melted away from him as he occupied his mind with something useful, something he was interested in. There would be plenty of time to worry later. Today was a beautiful day, he was well fed, and he was in his domain. Even a city as grand as Syliras could hold no candle to the Bronze Woods surrounding it.