Timestamp: 5th of the Day, Winter of 513 A.V.
To acquire advancement in any field it was necessary that one thoroughly understood the basic rules behind how things operated. In this sense, the cook had to understand how the body moved. Did thoughts go straight from the brain to the limbs? Or was there some kind of medium by which the instructions passed... like heat passing from the fire, through the metal of a pan and finally unto the food itself.
Cosette's lessons she derived from a book - an old tome she received from a nuit far older than the book itself. This was the knowledge compiled from half a millenia ago. It wasn't a Suvan manual, but instead a collection of theories from Alahea, but it was enough to serve as an introduction to that brand of personal magic.
Now the nuit had already learned about Flux from a practitioner, not this book, but in hindsight, it might have been wiser to actually have read the pages of these bound articles.
So part one, how did the body move? Apparently it was simple. The astral body gave instructions to the body, nerves were the conduit - or bridge by which instructions from the astral body were delivered to the body. Instructions were delivered through the form of djed...
Did that mean that somehow, that conduit in the nuit physiology were damaged? Or was it because the body's own nerves were in poor condition. But what was the astral body anyway?
"The third layer of the soul?" she muttered, confused because she couldn't seem to remember these lessons well. There were four layers. She could remember that, the soulcore was the most critical part of the soul - the deepest part - but what were the other two? She couldn't remember, Farke's lessons were old and forgotten, lost in the recesses of her memories. She had to move on to something she still remembered, she needed to deal with what she knew. What was the astral body anyway? Her eyes fell on the page and she pressed on. "It interacts with the world... it commands the body like a puppet."
The primary function of flux was the overriding of the body's limits. It allowed a man to accomplish normally impossible feats at the risk of breaking the body... This nuit knew that well, yet Cosette was a strange individual and it wasn't unusual for her designs not to follow popular opinion.
If djed was the actual command, nerves were the medium and the astral body was the source of the instructions... then perhaps she could use circulating djed to create a faux nervous system, or support an already deteriorated nervous system.
It was worth a shot, but she had to start small to mitigate the risks.
She emptied her thoughts, relaxing her mind and regulated the rhythm of the breaths she took out of habit - but did not truly need. The air in her lungs were cool, refreshing, the chilly air brought her comfort and the silence of this room was suitable to her needs.
Then she reached out within her, inspiring the movement of but a tiny fragment of that untapped, dormant djed resting within. She willed it into motion, urging it without intensity and urgency as one normally might. Dynamics was the key to using flux, but if the circulation of djed inside her was too quick it would be inviting trouble. Magic was dangerous enough on its own, but to compound that danger with carelessness was beyond bold - it was stupid.
Besides, minimal expenditure of djed meant it would be easier to control. Sure she wasn't going to achieve anything really worthwhile, learning and using flux for such a petty reason, to use it as an old man might a cane was ultimately a waste of time, but Cosette's time was her own and as far as she knew that was the luxury of a nuit.
And so began her labor.
To acquire advancement in any field it was necessary that one thoroughly understood the basic rules behind how things operated. In this sense, the cook had to understand how the body moved. Did thoughts go straight from the brain to the limbs? Or was there some kind of medium by which the instructions passed... like heat passing from the fire, through the metal of a pan and finally unto the food itself.
Cosette's lessons she derived from a book - an old tome she received from a nuit far older than the book itself. This was the knowledge compiled from half a millenia ago. It wasn't a Suvan manual, but instead a collection of theories from Alahea, but it was enough to serve as an introduction to that brand of personal magic.
Now the nuit had already learned about Flux from a practitioner, not this book, but in hindsight, it might have been wiser to actually have read the pages of these bound articles.
So part one, how did the body move? Apparently it was simple. The astral body gave instructions to the body, nerves were the conduit - or bridge by which instructions from the astral body were delivered to the body. Instructions were delivered through the form of djed...
Did that mean that somehow, that conduit in the nuit physiology were damaged? Or was it because the body's own nerves were in poor condition. But what was the astral body anyway?
"The third layer of the soul?" she muttered, confused because she couldn't seem to remember these lessons well. There were four layers. She could remember that, the soulcore was the most critical part of the soul - the deepest part - but what were the other two? She couldn't remember, Farke's lessons were old and forgotten, lost in the recesses of her memories. She had to move on to something she still remembered, she needed to deal with what she knew. What was the astral body anyway? Her eyes fell on the page and she pressed on. "It interacts with the world... it commands the body like a puppet."
The primary function of flux was the overriding of the body's limits. It allowed a man to accomplish normally impossible feats at the risk of breaking the body... This nuit knew that well, yet Cosette was a strange individual and it wasn't unusual for her designs not to follow popular opinion.
If djed was the actual command, nerves were the medium and the astral body was the source of the instructions... then perhaps she could use circulating djed to create a faux nervous system, or support an already deteriorated nervous system.
It was worth a shot, but she had to start small to mitigate the risks.
She emptied her thoughts, relaxing her mind and regulated the rhythm of the breaths she took out of habit - but did not truly need. The air in her lungs were cool, refreshing, the chilly air brought her comfort and the silence of this room was suitable to her needs.
Then she reached out within her, inspiring the movement of but a tiny fragment of that untapped, dormant djed resting within. She willed it into motion, urging it without intensity and urgency as one normally might. Dynamics was the key to using flux, but if the circulation of djed inside her was too quick it would be inviting trouble. Magic was dangerous enough on its own, but to compound that danger with carelessness was beyond bold - it was stupid.
Besides, minimal expenditure of djed meant it would be easier to control. Sure she wasn't going to achieve anything really worthwhile, learning and using flux for such a petty reason, to use it as an old man might a cane was ultimately a waste of time, but Cosette's time was her own and as far as she knew that was the luxury of a nuit.
And so began her labor.
