It was strange, a winter with no snow. Or at least, that was what Wa’Djinnabi re Ahnatep was told. Dawson often muttered under his breath about the unnaturalness of it all. He posited that it was doing something strange to the land and the animals, not being able to rest. But who wanted to be cold? Djinn certainly had no desire to see his breath and deal with what amounted to frozen rain. All snow did was put the growing things to sleep under a heavy blanket of snow. It was less time to grow and reap the fruits of one’s labor. And it all melted away anyways and turned the ground muddy and soggy which in turn go everywhere. As far as Djinn was concerned, let there be no winter at all. Eyktol got along fine without it after all.
Whatever the case may be, that fine winter day was characterized by an unnaturally long autumn. With a clear sky and a wind that tugged at the sea grasses along the bay and the fallen leaves among the tree line. The smell of salt was in the air and that late morning was full of the sea’s everliving battle with the shoreline, the great blue monster tugging at as much sand as it could to drag to the bottom of its hungry maw.
It was an excellent day to do some magic.
Seeing as it was a beautiful morning and the skies were clear he figured he would spend it on the beach. So he spent much of that morning hauling out his supplies. First came a folding table and chair. He really liked the mechanism, well, hinge on the table. It was very clever. Each leg pulled out and locked into a wooden groove that then became the support for that leg. He set up the table near the fire pit that he was introduced to when he first arrived at the Demesne. He returned to the tower, which through some unknowable magic was now sporting a sort of bud of its own in the form of a miniature tower. He imagined that it was some flexing of Kelski’s power. The kelvic was terrifying in that respect, with powers and skills that simply was beyond him.
When he left the tower next he had over his shoulder the alchemy circle that he created over the summer and only sparingly used. One of the problems of alchemy was that unless one had a good reason to make a material of wonder, it was simply too risky to casually use it. There were health risks that included, chiefly, dying a horrible death via explosion. However the wasting sickness that occasionally happened due to carelessness was not much better. Djinn was willing to take the risks however, but he was not willing to risk the lives of his friends. Hence the distance from the tower. Truthfully, he wanted to take the time to learn, or really, reverse engineer the methods his master used to make some of the amazing things that Djinn really only ever helped with. Sure he knew how to set up the circle and how to operate it, but not much else. He would need to relearn, experiment all the intricacies necessary to truly achieve anything of note. However, he did have one idea, and it involved an iron nail, a bowl of water and a shard of glass.
When he got back to the table with is circle and materials he set out the three identical bowls first. They were simple wooden things that would hopefully not interact with the circle while it was active. He set out the glass shard and the iron to one side and then pulled out a dagger to try and make some alterations to the bowl. His idea was to cut notches into the rim of the bowl to hold the wire. That way he had a way to get the water, and thus a fluid, to touch the wire. He would need two of the bowls to have notches to hold up the wire evenly. Which would work out for the best he figured. The third bowl would hold the nail which he intended to hammer into the bottom of the bowl just enough for it to peek out over the top such that it would be in line with the D-wire circle. And… if the reaction worked as intended, catch the resulting material without making a mess.
He was digging into the bowl with his dagger when he heard the sounds of feet crunch towards him in the sand. He turned to the sound with his head canted to one side, curiosity colouring his face as he peered at his visitor.
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