25th Summer 515
It was a nice day, the sun in the sky and a soft oceanic breeze flitted through the streets. Alija had come to the Quill's Rest that afternoon after finishing work and cleaning herself up a bit. She had changed into a simple cotton blue dress, soft and cool, and a pair of lace trimmed gloves, a pair she had had to buy the moment she saw them. Alija found they gave her an upperclass feel to herself - her movements became more elegant, smooth and soft.
It was with such a movement she placed the cup of tea on the small table in front of her, set in a small nook designed for two, although Alija sat alone. She let the noises around her, soft chatter, the occasional laugh, and of course, the clinking of teacups, slowly merge to one. She stared at a point in the wood in front of her, trying to reach a state of meditation and clearness.
Alija took deep steady breaths, focusing on both the swirl in the wood she was staring at and her djed, trying to breath in time with a mental clock that slowly counted the seconds. Once she was focused enough, she shifted her focus entirely onto her djed, forcing it up through her senses.
Using this djed, she began to focus on the tea with different eyes, slowly synchronising her aura with its. It was only a small aura, not extending far, but visible, and it slowly became more clear as she focused on it, trying to remove other distractions.
Closing her eyes, she maintained the focus, understanding that shifting from sight, her primary sense when using auristics, to smell and taste would be hard without focus. She retained a mental image of the teacup and its aura, using that as an anchor point. She inhaled, feeling little things start to reveal themselves up. One of the first was the taste.
Her mounth started to develop a fish like taste, salty and steamy. As she focused and relaxed, it got stronger, revealing more and more precise details on the taste. Kelp was the most prominent; after all, it was steamed kelp tea. However, there were other flavours there, flavours like salt and sugar, other flavouring she did not know the name of. She relenquished in the flavour of the aura, slowly letting her focus fade.
Now she could try the tea for itself. Delicately picking up the teacup, she sipped slowly, trying to taste what she just had. The flavours where there, she supposed, but this way they were all merged as one and it was impossible to pick one out from the other. Alija smiled, remembering their tastes. Only the finest of connoisseurs would have been able to pick out the distinct flavours. And Alija had accomplished that with a little magic. Then again, it wasn't as if she could name them.
It was a nice day, the sun in the sky and a soft oceanic breeze flitted through the streets. Alija had come to the Quill's Rest that afternoon after finishing work and cleaning herself up a bit. She had changed into a simple cotton blue dress, soft and cool, and a pair of lace trimmed gloves, a pair she had had to buy the moment she saw them. Alija found they gave her an upperclass feel to herself - her movements became more elegant, smooth and soft.
It was with such a movement she placed the cup of tea on the small table in front of her, set in a small nook designed for two, although Alija sat alone. She let the noises around her, soft chatter, the occasional laugh, and of course, the clinking of teacups, slowly merge to one. She stared at a point in the wood in front of her, trying to reach a state of meditation and clearness.
Alija took deep steady breaths, focusing on both the swirl in the wood she was staring at and her djed, trying to breath in time with a mental clock that slowly counted the seconds. Once she was focused enough, she shifted her focus entirely onto her djed, forcing it up through her senses.
Using this djed, she began to focus on the tea with different eyes, slowly synchronising her aura with its. It was only a small aura, not extending far, but visible, and it slowly became more clear as she focused on it, trying to remove other distractions.
Closing her eyes, she maintained the focus, understanding that shifting from sight, her primary sense when using auristics, to smell and taste would be hard without focus. She retained a mental image of the teacup and its aura, using that as an anchor point. She inhaled, feeling little things start to reveal themselves up. One of the first was the taste.
Her mounth started to develop a fish like taste, salty and steamy. As she focused and relaxed, it got stronger, revealing more and more precise details on the taste. Kelp was the most prominent; after all, it was steamed kelp tea. However, there were other flavours there, flavours like salt and sugar, other flavouring she did not know the name of. She relenquished in the flavour of the aura, slowly letting her focus fade.
Now she could try the tea for itself. Delicately picking up the teacup, she sipped slowly, trying to taste what she just had. The flavours where there, she supposed, but this way they were all merged as one and it was impossible to pick one out from the other. Alija smiled, remembering their tastes. Only the finest of connoisseurs would have been able to pick out the distinct flavours. And Alija had accomplished that with a little magic. Then again, it wasn't as if she could name them.
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