23 Summer 512 -Location- In the woods, not that far from Ravok. Once more, Clyde was attempting to find some solitude, out of the city, and out in the wild... Perhaps it brought him back to the old days... His few happy childhood moments had been spent outside of Syliras... Out in the wild... Away from prying eyes, were he could usually practice his magic in peace... Or perhaps he just wanted to practice away from the city... Away from its inhabitants... And away from anyone that might get him in a temper, and cause him to lose control and blast them with magic... He did not feel like cleaning up that mess, or getting in trouble... So he was out of the city... Trying to calm and center himself, to meditate and draw inward... Maybe once he was ready, he would do some magic... Or something... What had he not worked on in a while? of course, Clyde started off his training site a bit oddly, considering it was the middle of the summer, and quite a warm day. He started by making a fire. This was for several reasons... It helped to keep away predators, and marked him as a human, and not a wild beast, to anyone who might stumble upon him. It also was handy, if he needed to defend himself, to have a bit of fire on hand to draw upon... It was less costly to do that, and gather it, than to make fire from scratch. Also... Clyde just liked fire... Always did, ever since he started reimancy. It seemed to calm him, having the warmth of the fire, its consuming force so near... Made him feel safer, and more able to pull inward... He did decide to make this fire by hand... Gathering twigs, leaves, branches, and making them into separate piles. He set them up all within reach, dragging over a fallen log to use once it really got going... He put down some dried twigs and leaves, and took out his flint and steel... He struck it several times... And blast it he could not get it going! He only just stopped himself from using magic to start it... And took out a piece of scrap paper he had scribbled some useless notes on. He tore it up, and put it in the starter fire... And struck it again... And on his 4th strike, it caught... He quickly added more leaves, more twigs, and even got a branch going after a few chimes. Once he had it going pretty well, he relaxed, tossed in a branch, and opened his mind... And closed his eyes... Tried to close out anything outside of himself... To meditate... Though this proved to make him instead just get distracted, and notice certain sounds more... He really needed to work on meditating, so he did not fail so much at it... He kept his eyes closed... Blocking sounds out... Trying to ignore the birds tweeting... A dog barking... Keeping his mind closed... Now he noticed the crackle of the fire... And who was stepping on those dang twigs! The sound was not that far off! As Clyde grumbled to himself, over the annoyance of something stepping on twigs, it suddenly dawned on him... Someone was stepping on twigs! He jumped up from his seat, exuding res from the palms of his hands... He gathered it over the fire, and sucked in the flames. Then he turned about, holding up the ball of res and collected flames, about 2 feet in front of him. He looked around, trying to see what it was... "Hello, who goes there?" Then he saw movement... He nearly roasted the dang squirrel alive as it ran past... Dang it... Just a squirrel... He was to jumpy... |