Timestamp: 32nd of Spring
Yet again Sturlin found himself in the clearing he had prepared for his experiments. This day he had left early in the morning, trekking through the dark hours before dawn so that he could arrive at daybreak. It was not his intention to be caught traveling back to base camp in the dark again, not if he could help it. When he arrived he found that his makeshift wall needed some minor repairs and that the clearing would once again need to be swept clean of debris before beginning.
On his hands and knees he swept the detritus of the forest from the clearing with his palm. When he had finished he wiped his hands on his leather pants and examined the wall in detail. Something heavy had attempted to climb the wall and had toppled the center. It would take an hour to repair it. As there as nothing to do but start lifting he got straight to work. The small boulders were not as difficult to move the second time around. After putting this entire wall together he was now more knowledgeable about how one goes about lifting and stacking stones.
As he worked he hummed a lullaby to himself. The words were no longer something he remembered, but the melody was pleasant and soothing. Using the melody to focus his breathing and his motions, he moved through his task with a meditative rhythm. He was beginning to learn that centering the mind and the body could be done at any time, as part of any task, with the proper focus. His fingers would grip each stone as he crouched next to it, he would lift with his legs, and then he would transport it carefully over to the wall and place it among its fellows.
As he stood back away from the wall later in the morning he paused for breakfast. Some fruit, jerky, biscuits, and water. Every man's breakfast of champions. His jaw worked as hard as his arms had just done, he counted himself lucky that he didn't have to eat his own cooking at least. The meal was over quickly, and as he brushed the crumbs from his fingers he decided that the wall was satisfactory for his purposes today.
Now that the area was prepared he could examine his plans in detail before executing them. There may have been no writing utensils in his camp, but his memory was keen. For several days he had memorized his next experiments so that he could eliminate any perceived flaws in them as he recited the words back to himself. Today he would be conducting three separate experiments, preceded and followed by exercises, all of a small scale similar to his previous endeavor. The first would be earth, the second would be air, and the third would combine both elements.
Taking one last sip of water he sat himself down in the center of the clearing and crossed his legs. It began with deep breaths. Breathing with his stomach, rather than his chest, he pulled in heavy and measured amounts of air. Just as he required mastery over his Res during a dangerous situation, the monster had shown him that he needed a greater mastery over his mind. Before one can learn to master themselves under pressure, they must start at the beginning.
The magician's eyes followed the movement of the leaves in the trees, as the wind kissed them. The wind was his breath, and it moved with him. Each inhalation and exhalation moved in time with the gentle, rolling breeze of Sylira in the spring. Losing himself in the movement of the air around him was the beginning. Feeling the movement of it, hearing the sway of the air manipulating objects around him, smelling the scents it carried on its back, observing the motion of it as the world around him moved and he remained still.
It was a glorious sensation to lose oneself in the wind. Almost it felt as if his scars had left his body and his bones were as buoyant as the clouds in the sky. No worries of failure or injury plagued him as he prepared for his experiments. Only the serenity of the scene around him suffused his emotions. The man allowed his eyes to slip closed as a rare smile stole onto his face. A smile of contentment.
All good things must come to an end, and he could not maintain this state indefinitely. Cracking and popping erupted behind him as one of the boulders slipped from its place and tumbled down the side of the wall. With his concentration broken Sturlin still felt the residual contentment of his meditations. The smile remained upon his lips as he turned to re stack the wall.