40th of Fall, AV 512
Elem found himself in his room once more, the Morphing manual at his desk, quill in hand. He had been practicing the process of meditating and learning about his body. As usual, he found himself sitting in his room nude, as he felt that he did not want to miss any changes, however minute. A group of candles sent light flickering over the pages of the manual, as well as his own copy of the book. Elem began to write as he read the passages therein.
He had found it tempting to move ahead with the book against his initial restraints. He knew that it would be foolish to move too fast, especially with such a possibly dangerous discipline. Discipline. That was the primary reason why Elem had not gone too far ahead. Now he sat there, reading the new pages and copying them over for his own records. The newest exercise spoke of starting small with the fingers. It was described that the initial changes would be accomplished by actually manipulating the flesh like clay.
Elem found himself looking at his hand as he read the passages and wrote. He placed the quill down before him, opening his right hand and flexing his fingers as he examined it. Closing his eyes, he kept making the movements with his palm and wrist, imagining in his mind's eye the same motion. He recalled that he was Djed incarnate. His own hand, which he had used for as long as he could remember, it was Djed as well. Flesh was an illusion, in the fact that it was merely flesh. Elem imagined the hand dissolving like a solution in a philtering set, reforming into all sorts of various configurations.
Elem knew that many at the Sanctuary were marked by Rak'keli and could heal damage in others. he also knew that most of the structures, even the room he sat in, had been created and formed by an application of Djed. It was everywhere around him and this was just another expression of it. His eyes opened and he breathed slowly, his left hand caressing the skin of the right, a slight vibrating sensation evident in his fingers. He had come to the moment of truth.
He placed his thumb and forefinger of his left hand amid the index and middle finger of his right hand, pinching the skin between. Sensing the vibration, he began to pull. There was no pain; rather a strange tugging sensation, the skin stretching up to his midknuckle. He stopped the movement, marvelling at what was occuring. he could see the light of the candle showing through the fold of flesh. When he let go, the skin remained fixed. He now had what could become webbed fingers.
Elem found himself in his room once more, the Morphing manual at his desk, quill in hand. He had been practicing the process of meditating and learning about his body. As usual, he found himself sitting in his room nude, as he felt that he did not want to miss any changes, however minute. A group of candles sent light flickering over the pages of the manual, as well as his own copy of the book. Elem began to write as he read the passages therein.
He had found it tempting to move ahead with the book against his initial restraints. He knew that it would be foolish to move too fast, especially with such a possibly dangerous discipline. Discipline. That was the primary reason why Elem had not gone too far ahead. Now he sat there, reading the new pages and copying them over for his own records. The newest exercise spoke of starting small with the fingers. It was described that the initial changes would be accomplished by actually manipulating the flesh like clay.
Elem found himself looking at his hand as he read the passages and wrote. He placed the quill down before him, opening his right hand and flexing his fingers as he examined it. Closing his eyes, he kept making the movements with his palm and wrist, imagining in his mind's eye the same motion. He recalled that he was Djed incarnate. His own hand, which he had used for as long as he could remember, it was Djed as well. Flesh was an illusion, in the fact that it was merely flesh. Elem imagined the hand dissolving like a solution in a philtering set, reforming into all sorts of various configurations.
Elem knew that many at the Sanctuary were marked by Rak'keli and could heal damage in others. he also knew that most of the structures, even the room he sat in, had been created and formed by an application of Djed. It was everywhere around him and this was just another expression of it. His eyes opened and he breathed slowly, his left hand caressing the skin of the right, a slight vibrating sensation evident in his fingers. He had come to the moment of truth.
He placed his thumb and forefinger of his left hand amid the index and middle finger of his right hand, pinching the skin between. Sensing the vibration, he began to pull. There was no pain; rather a strange tugging sensation, the skin stretching up to his midknuckle. He stopped the movement, marvelling at what was occuring. he could see the light of the candle showing through the fold of flesh. When he let go, the skin remained fixed. He now had what could become webbed fingers.
