Timestamp: Summer 84, 515 AV
Talya had made her way out of the city of Zeltiva again. She needed some air and some time to herself. She wasn't sure she would be there long enough to catch the stars that night, just long enough to feel as though she had refreshed herself, really. The air was even warmer within the thicker of the trees. Even more oppressive. It was sticky and humid, and seemed to cling to the Ethaefal's skin as much as her simple cotton dress. Her throat ached, and felt surprisingly dry, as she pushed aside a low-lying branch and made her way through the underbrush, moving over the lightly rolling terrain with ease. The hard packed soil. The sun's light filtering down through the empty spaces within the trees to the earth, warming her skin as she continued her trek through the Wildlands, moving to the north, she presumed, judging by the way the moss grew upon the trees, and by the projection of the sun, as it climbed through the eastern sector of the sky, higher and higher toward its noon day zenith. It would be a few more hours before it got there though. That much, Talya could tell with a fair level of certainty.
Talya kept herself moving for several more minutes, until her thighs began to ache almost as much as her calves. Her heart was beating faster now, and she felt even shorter on breath than before. So she decided to take a break, and stop. Take some time to regain equilibrium, before continuing on her way. So, she picked out an oak tree at random, and set her bag down beside it, before hunkering down next to that. She set her spine as straight as she could, by using the tree's trunk for support. Then she stretched her legs out in front of her, folded her hands over them, and sighed as she looked up through the tree's bright green leaves at the sky. She found that it was a soft blue in shade, with next to no clouds anywhere in sight. She sighed, and felt the rise and fall of her chest with her hands, before closing her eyes for a few minutes and just resting, slowly regaining her strength as she waited. But be that as it may, she found that she began to feel a little bored, as the process of waiting was a rather tedious one, especially when your mind had gone annoyingly blank as a blank, white slate.
Thus, Talya opened her eyes, and decided, that seeing as she was alone, she would practice her magic without the fear of being ridiculed. A part of her wanted to try her hand at hypnotism, but with no one around, she was forced to choose another discipline, and settled for reimancy. To do this, she felt the need to get comfortable, and to further relax her mind, so that she could maintain a level of complete control over her spells. Thus, she took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, as she pulled her hands apart, letting her clasped fingers unravel. She drew each over to her knees- the left on the left, the right on the right. When they got there, she turned her palms over, so that they were facing the sky. Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply again. Over and over until her mind was blanker than blank, and she felt pretty relaxed and in a state of mind which would allow for competent and safe magical use, (from what she could tell). From there, she began to concentrate on her djed, or the primal energy she could manipulate for the use in her magic. She could feel it now, welling within the tips of her fingers, making them tingle with excitement and anticipation for what was to come.
Talya had made her way out of the city of Zeltiva again. She needed some air and some time to herself. She wasn't sure she would be there long enough to catch the stars that night, just long enough to feel as though she had refreshed herself, really. The air was even warmer within the thicker of the trees. Even more oppressive. It was sticky and humid, and seemed to cling to the Ethaefal's skin as much as her simple cotton dress. Her throat ached, and felt surprisingly dry, as she pushed aside a low-lying branch and made her way through the underbrush, moving over the lightly rolling terrain with ease. The hard packed soil. The sun's light filtering down through the empty spaces within the trees to the earth, warming her skin as she continued her trek through the Wildlands, moving to the north, she presumed, judging by the way the moss grew upon the trees, and by the projection of the sun, as it climbed through the eastern sector of the sky, higher and higher toward its noon day zenith. It would be a few more hours before it got there though. That much, Talya could tell with a fair level of certainty.
Talya kept herself moving for several more minutes, until her thighs began to ache almost as much as her calves. Her heart was beating faster now, and she felt even shorter on breath than before. So she decided to take a break, and stop. Take some time to regain equilibrium, before continuing on her way. So, she picked out an oak tree at random, and set her bag down beside it, before hunkering down next to that. She set her spine as straight as she could, by using the tree's trunk for support. Then she stretched her legs out in front of her, folded her hands over them, and sighed as she looked up through the tree's bright green leaves at the sky. She found that it was a soft blue in shade, with next to no clouds anywhere in sight. She sighed, and felt the rise and fall of her chest with her hands, before closing her eyes for a few minutes and just resting, slowly regaining her strength as she waited. But be that as it may, she found that she began to feel a little bored, as the process of waiting was a rather tedious one, especially when your mind had gone annoyingly blank as a blank, white slate.
Thus, Talya opened her eyes, and decided, that seeing as she was alone, she would practice her magic without the fear of being ridiculed. A part of her wanted to try her hand at hypnotism, but with no one around, she was forced to choose another discipline, and settled for reimancy. To do this, she felt the need to get comfortable, and to further relax her mind, so that she could maintain a level of complete control over her spells. Thus, she took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, as she pulled her hands apart, letting her clasped fingers unravel. She drew each over to her knees- the left on the left, the right on the right. When they got there, she turned her palms over, so that they were facing the sky. Then she closed her eyes and breathed deeply again. Over and over until her mind was blanker than blank, and she felt pretty relaxed and in a state of mind which would allow for competent and safe magical use, (from what she could tell). From there, she began to concentrate on her djed, or the primal energy she could manipulate for the use in her magic. She could feel it now, welling within the tips of her fingers, making them tingle with excitement and anticipation for what was to come.