Late Afternoon, Summer 2nd, 511 AV
The Eypharian sat in the lotus position on the warm sands of the coast to the Suvan Sea, her hands clasped together in three prayer positions as she cast her usual prayer to Leth, Zintila, and Makath before practicing with her magic.
Once her prayer had ceased the Eypharian relaxed four of her arms and lifted the middle two, narrowing her deep green eyes as she focused inwardly. Slowly, she began to expel a faint trace of Res between her hands, the Res in the form of a light mist that remained trapped between palms.
As the Eypharian focused, water from the nearby water began to rise up from the washing tides and glide towards her Res. As it neared, it formed an oblong shape around the Res mist, creating a swirling sphere of salt water. Now, the Eypharian lifted her lowest arms and separated some of the water from the spinning sphere, relieving her Res of excess fluid. Her last two arms lifted, and the sphere spun in the circle of six hands, the light of Syna glancing off its surface.
As she focused on this sphere of Res and water she began to mutter a soft prayer to her deities, ignorant of anyone's approach should anyone indeed come. Her focus was complete.