by Miles on January 1st, 2013, 9:22 pm
Walking through town, MIles kept his hood up, presenting a warm smile to all townsfolk who happened to pass his way. The light clothing made him seem more approachable, as opposed to the darks he normally wore. Even his cloak was thrown open, revealing a lithe body under well cleaned linen clothing.
Each person who passed not only got a word of greeting, if they were so inclined to share a moment, they got conversation as well. MIles continually introduced himself, shaking hands heartily and slapping backs of those friendly enough to allow it. It was inspiring to see the amount of lifted spirits and amiable interaction a change in clothing and a sunny disposition can produce. As a vagabond, it was easy to get used to shifty eyes, slouched stance and quick hands. This was why East Street was easily recognizable- people radiated their intentions- well most people, especially the sinister. Miles had come to maturity upon discovering Djed- there was a power he possessed all along that he hadn't a clue of: what else was he capable of?
By the time he got into the vicinity of the University, it was approaching midday. He had taken time to explore the town, to make his face known in a positive light. He would need it in the days to come. Once he reached the University grounds, he felt the fatigue earned earlier in the morning leave him. He was renewed with the fever of the student: ready to learn, ready to soak up the vastness Academia had to offer. All he had to do, was find the right building.
All he had to do.
His "theory" class did not begin until the afternoon, and so he had a small eternity to familiarize himself with the grounds, a task he was sure he could not do in a year, no-to-mention a few hours. He strode past young students, aging scholars and caught bits of shop talk- he got a taste of classes, passing outside of rooms where everything from a Study in Color to Summoning seemed from behind closed doors and heavy windows to his hearing. The University was alive with curiosity: it was palpable in the air to the eager minded student. Miles, the student.
Miles wondered just how much it held- how many treasured secrets lay in shadow- host only to the darkened rooms or minds they remain locked away inside. Secrets and shadows: every person held them- every person protected their own. Miles longed to enter each universe he beheld: the two women walking briskly and laughing at each other- the man seated alone surveying an old statue with nothing but an old sketchbook- the old man carrying tomes and scrolls in a skittering fashion, one that reminded him of Besnik. Each he saw as a shadow- a living darkness that he could not yet penetrate. With time however, maybe he would learn a few new worlds to explore.
Miles found himself in what he considered to be a more "residential area" when he found he needed to rest. His throat was parched and his stomach threatened to erupt in dissatisfaction if it was held without food for much longer. He found a stone bench and sat, hunting with his eyes, a casual glance here, a smile and wave there signifying to those who saw him that he was no miscreant. He wondered how long it would be until he stopped getting lost- when the first time he would greet a new student, name a class and instruct that poor soul on how to navigate the great darkness that the University grounds seems to be. After class, perhaps the Quills Rest would be a treat- that is if everything went well.
Miles searched the ground between his feet and found three handheld stones. He threw each in the air, testing their weight at first. He had never learned to juggle- but he had an idea that would help him keep focus and learn to pinpoint his Djed use even further. He threw up a stone as straight as he could, and attempted to relax his body, disconnect the flow of djed from his right arm, and touch that stone before it hit the ground.
The method was simple: he spent three or four minutes tossing the stone up and down- three seconds in the air, four seconds in the air, five- and gauging the amount of force it took each time. Once comfortable throwing and catching the stone, he then would toss a stone, and give himself up to five seconds relax himself, focus on the joint in his wrist, push it outward from his hand, and let the stone hit just above his hand before it touched his skin. The amount of Djed it used was relatively small, it was not a show of force, but of speed. Miles was careful not to damage himself in the process, everything he had achieved so far had been from careful experimentation- nothing too fast, nothing too risky. Miles started this training, careful to train his face to calm, so to the outside observer he would seem just a man tossing a stone up and down.
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