Solo A Bubble Of Calm

[Ethan]

The small clearing deep inside the Miharil pass had become the Kelvic's favorite haunt. Coupling privacy with an unobstructed view of the canyon below. It was the perfect look out point. But lately it proved to be an even better spot to practice Hadrian's teachings. Magic wasn't forbade in Zelvita, the University taught all forms of knowledge and created a culture accustomed to the arts. But Ethan valued his privacy and was loathe to give it up. Sitting with his back against a small rock cliff. He laid out his various materials. The clearing was nothing more than a small patch of sparse grass backed by a crescent like formation of rock. But it kept the wind at bay and created a calm bubble amidst the fierce mountain winds. Allowing Ethan to lay out scraps of parchment without fear of loosing it, and going relatively unclothed, despite the seasonal chill. Even though his winged form was formidable, he could only carry so much. Thankfully his superiors in the Wave Guard understood this and allowed him to forgo the typical uniform and armaments for more lightweight garments and a dagger. Meticulously laying everything side by side, he picked up some scrap parchment and a piece of charcoal. Carefully he begin to draw a series of simple glyphs.