28th Spring 516AV, Twilight
Azira didn't like things outside of her control. It was bad enough when she went hunting and got in to a dangerous situation, but at least then she had some sort of procedure that she could follow. This was something else entirely. It was not normal for anyone to produce fire from their hands over which they had no control. Needless to say, the huntress was not happy that such a development had occurred. She had no idea what had caused it but it had started out of the blue and continued to make a reappearance at the most unpredictable times. It wasn't clear what triggered it, but she'd found that strong emotions led to devastating effects. She'd only been dealing with a few days--relatively no time at all--and it had already turned her life into a living nightmare. She'd only trusted herself to go hunting the past day or so because of the rain. The water put enough of a dampener on the results of the magic that she could be sure things would be reasonably safe but the water also meant that her bow was basically useless to her unless she wanted it to get damaged, which she certainly didn't.
She suspected it was fire reimancy. It was something that she'd seen Zhol use once or twice and she knew that reimancy could be used to control multiple elements. She had no idea where she'd gotten it from though because as far as she knew there had to be some sort of initiation and that wasn't something that could take place without her knowing about it; it was supposed to be painful. Regardless of where it had come from, the Inarta had it and it was something that she needed to work out how to control. Of course, it was unwise to try to practice it in the privacy of her room because there was a very real chance that she could set everything on fire. In terms of decor, it was pretty spartan but she doubted that the people she rented it from would appreciate it much if she scorched it. Practicing near people would be a bad idea for any number of reasons and thus, she'd chosen to move away from Zintia Peak to a place less trafficked: Sharai. She hadn't had much of a chance to explore Lhavit but she knew that that's where the Okomo lived rather than people. She had to be careful not to set the animals on fire or she'd be in serious trouble, but the huntress would just have to be careful.
It was already darkening rapidly when the redhead started picking her way across Sharai. It was clear tonight--a reprieve from the rain that they'd had the past few days--and stars would come out soon. Having the sky above her head when she was out and about was taking some getting used to, but she could appreciate the stars. They were nice to look at and it was a sight she could enjoy in the safe confines of the city. Starlight would be pleasant to work by, although if she started making fire she wouldn't have to worry about a source of light for long. Provided that she could make fire, but she had no idea how to conjure it up at will.
She settled herself away from the little cottages that inhabited the area and kept well away from the Okomo before she set about trying to work her magic.
Those in control of reimancy seemed to go within themselves, they didn't get angry or anything to make the magic work so she started with that. Closing her eyes, the huntress tried to sense the power within her. She had no idea what it would feel like or how she would find it. She imagined that she was brimming with power and, drawing inspiration from the stars around her, she tried to conjure up an image of a globe of light within her. Frowning with the effort of using her imagination, Azira willed the light inside her to glow bright and hot and imagined the heat spreading through her body and out her fingertips. She peeked out one eye at her hands to see if it was working. Nothing. Puffing out a breath, she closed her eyes again and tried her visualisation exercise once more. Again, it was without success but she kept it up, hoping that it would work out sooner or later.
After a few more failed attempts when more than half a bell had passed, she threw a tantrum in frustration. She bounced up and down, kicking at the ground and let out a roar at the sky at the unfairness of it all. She was trying so why wouldn't it work? Azira hadn't expected it to be easy but this was just ridiculous! It was grossly unfair and she wondered what she'd done to deserve a magic that came when it pleased and not when she'd called it. Had she offended some god or goddess without her knowing it? Had she pissed one off enough to have them curse her? The huntress sat down heavily on the ground and held her hands palms up, staring at them.
"Work damn you!" she hissed at them, shaking them as if that would make the magic come out. What did she have to lose though? Nothing else had made it come out. She glared at the pale forms of her hands, questioning where she could be going wrong. Again, she tried imagining an orb of power within her but this time she kept her eyes open. Convincing herself that she felt the warm glow of power within her, she willed it to move to her palms, to ooze out as thick green goo like it had done before. If only something would happen, anything! Her hopes were in vain as her magic refused to listen to her desires. Her hands dropped to the ground in front of her, the Inarta feeling drained by the sheer force of will she had tried to muster. Why wouldn't it just work?
Despair hit her hard, a lump beginning to thicken in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, wishing the stinging would cease in her eyes as well. She fought it but it rose anyway, first one tear cascading down her cheek and then many more as the way was found to be clear. She wiped them away but more appeared more quickly then she could mop them up on her sleeve so she gave up, letting her hands drop back down again. That's when she felt something inside of her move. It was a tingling, not painful like pins and needles, but still akin to the feeling of blood returning along pathways that hadn't been used for some time. It travelled from her core, tremors creeping down her arms, past her elbows, down to her wrists and further as it coalesced in her palms and fingers. She stared, waiting with bated breath. It seemed to take an age before the magical substance began to break free of her skin. It broke away with a feeling almost like a popping on her skin, like she'd punctured a blister. It came out and slid along her palm, the huntress tilting her hand this way and that as she stared at it. She would have expected it to be wet and slimy but it wasn't like anything she'd ever felt. She applied the word 'warm' to it, but she didn't think that that was accurate. Her hands were warm but the stuff in them?
She cupped her hands out in front of her, urging the fluid to take a globular shape as she'd imagined for the djed in her body, but it took no notice, pooling just above her palms instead. It grew thicker as more and more of the fluid trickled its way out to join it. It felt wonderful, a thrill singing in her blood as she wished eagerly for the flames to start and for this feeling to never come to an end. She tipped her hands to try to pour the fluid on the grass below her, standing as she did so. It fell strangely, not like anything natural would. It moved sluggishly, trying to defy gravity and cling to her hands rather than journeying to the ground. Azira jiggled her hands vigorously to encourage it to drop and it fell a bit faster. A tremor flashed through her like lightning and the fluid nearest to the ground abruptly caught fire, the tongues of flames dancing up the res fall with frightening speed. She tried to throw it from her, a little shriek escaping her as she tried to be rid of it. It took a few shakes, as if something sticky were really clinging to her fingers before it came free, splattering to the ground all aflame. For a few ticks, she stood agape before she pulled off her cloak and dropped it on to the fire, stamping on it in a frantic attempt to smother and extinguish it.
Azira didn't like things outside of her control. It was bad enough when she went hunting and got in to a dangerous situation, but at least then she had some sort of procedure that she could follow. This was something else entirely. It was not normal for anyone to produce fire from their hands over which they had no control. Needless to say, the huntress was not happy that such a development had occurred. She had no idea what had caused it but it had started out of the blue and continued to make a reappearance at the most unpredictable times. It wasn't clear what triggered it, but she'd found that strong emotions led to devastating effects. She'd only been dealing with a few days--relatively no time at all--and it had already turned her life into a living nightmare. She'd only trusted herself to go hunting the past day or so because of the rain. The water put enough of a dampener on the results of the magic that she could be sure things would be reasonably safe but the water also meant that her bow was basically useless to her unless she wanted it to get damaged, which she certainly didn't.
She suspected it was fire reimancy. It was something that she'd seen Zhol use once or twice and she knew that reimancy could be used to control multiple elements. She had no idea where she'd gotten it from though because as far as she knew there had to be some sort of initiation and that wasn't something that could take place without her knowing about it; it was supposed to be painful. Regardless of where it had come from, the Inarta had it and it was something that she needed to work out how to control. Of course, it was unwise to try to practice it in the privacy of her room because there was a very real chance that she could set everything on fire. In terms of decor, it was pretty spartan but she doubted that the people she rented it from would appreciate it much if she scorched it. Practicing near people would be a bad idea for any number of reasons and thus, she'd chosen to move away from Zintia Peak to a place less trafficked: Sharai. She hadn't had much of a chance to explore Lhavit but she knew that that's where the Okomo lived rather than people. She had to be careful not to set the animals on fire or she'd be in serious trouble, but the huntress would just have to be careful.
It was already darkening rapidly when the redhead started picking her way across Sharai. It was clear tonight--a reprieve from the rain that they'd had the past few days--and stars would come out soon. Having the sky above her head when she was out and about was taking some getting used to, but she could appreciate the stars. They were nice to look at and it was a sight she could enjoy in the safe confines of the city. Starlight would be pleasant to work by, although if she started making fire she wouldn't have to worry about a source of light for long. Provided that she could make fire, but she had no idea how to conjure it up at will.
She settled herself away from the little cottages that inhabited the area and kept well away from the Okomo before she set about trying to work her magic.
Those in control of reimancy seemed to go within themselves, they didn't get angry or anything to make the magic work so she started with that. Closing her eyes, the huntress tried to sense the power within her. She had no idea what it would feel like or how she would find it. She imagined that she was brimming with power and, drawing inspiration from the stars around her, she tried to conjure up an image of a globe of light within her. Frowning with the effort of using her imagination, Azira willed the light inside her to glow bright and hot and imagined the heat spreading through her body and out her fingertips. She peeked out one eye at her hands to see if it was working. Nothing. Puffing out a breath, she closed her eyes again and tried her visualisation exercise once more. Again, it was without success but she kept it up, hoping that it would work out sooner or later.
After a few more failed attempts when more than half a bell had passed, she threw a tantrum in frustration. She bounced up and down, kicking at the ground and let out a roar at the sky at the unfairness of it all. She was trying so why wouldn't it work? Azira hadn't expected it to be easy but this was just ridiculous! It was grossly unfair and she wondered what she'd done to deserve a magic that came when it pleased and not when she'd called it. Had she offended some god or goddess without her knowing it? Had she pissed one off enough to have them curse her? The huntress sat down heavily on the ground and held her hands palms up, staring at them.
"Work damn you!" she hissed at them, shaking them as if that would make the magic come out. What did she have to lose though? Nothing else had made it come out. She glared at the pale forms of her hands, questioning where she could be going wrong. Again, she tried imagining an orb of power within her but this time she kept her eyes open. Convincing herself that she felt the warm glow of power within her, she willed it to move to her palms, to ooze out as thick green goo like it had done before. If only something would happen, anything! Her hopes were in vain as her magic refused to listen to her desires. Her hands dropped to the ground in front of her, the Inarta feeling drained by the sheer force of will she had tried to muster. Why wouldn't it just work?
Despair hit her hard, a lump beginning to thicken in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, wishing the stinging would cease in her eyes as well. She fought it but it rose anyway, first one tear cascading down her cheek and then many more as the way was found to be clear. She wiped them away but more appeared more quickly then she could mop them up on her sleeve so she gave up, letting her hands drop back down again. That's when she felt something inside of her move. It was a tingling, not painful like pins and needles, but still akin to the feeling of blood returning along pathways that hadn't been used for some time. It travelled from her core, tremors creeping down her arms, past her elbows, down to her wrists and further as it coalesced in her palms and fingers. She stared, waiting with bated breath. It seemed to take an age before the magical substance began to break free of her skin. It broke away with a feeling almost like a popping on her skin, like she'd punctured a blister. It came out and slid along her palm, the huntress tilting her hand this way and that as she stared at it. She would have expected it to be wet and slimy but it wasn't like anything she'd ever felt. She applied the word 'warm' to it, but she didn't think that that was accurate. Her hands were warm but the stuff in them?
She cupped her hands out in front of her, urging the fluid to take a globular shape as she'd imagined for the djed in her body, but it took no notice, pooling just above her palms instead. It grew thicker as more and more of the fluid trickled its way out to join it. It felt wonderful, a thrill singing in her blood as she wished eagerly for the flames to start and for this feeling to never come to an end. She tipped her hands to try to pour the fluid on the grass below her, standing as she did so. It fell strangely, not like anything natural would. It moved sluggishly, trying to defy gravity and cling to her hands rather than journeying to the ground. Azira jiggled her hands vigorously to encourage it to drop and it fell a bit faster. A tremor flashed through her like lightning and the fluid nearest to the ground abruptly caught fire, the tongues of flames dancing up the res fall with frightening speed. She tried to throw it from her, a little shriek escaping her as she tried to be rid of it. It took a few shakes, as if something sticky were really clinging to her fingers before it came free, splattering to the ground all aflame. For a few ticks, she stood agape before she pulled off her cloak and dropped it on to the fire, stamping on it in a frantic attempt to smother and extinguish it.
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