5th Day of Summer, 513 AV
Early Evening
“This is always the most difficult part.”
Aoren rubbed his face in frustration. For the life of him he couldn’t get the design right. Try as he might he couldn’t quite copy the detail he’d poured into his first Glyph. Sighing heavily he flipped between the first page in his personal journal studying the lines and designs he’d made on his Glyph the previous season. He really did need to spend more time studying his secondary form of magic. He eyed the Glyph with obvious irritation.
“Cross the line so that it curves to create—No!”
“Shyke! Ugh!” Aoren threw down his quill pen as he messed up yet another attempt at his latest Glyph. Running his hands through his hair he sighed exasperatedly then stared down at the ruined effort. There little more frustrating to Aoren than a failed endeavor. As he sat there glaring at the stubborn Glyph that simply refused to be drawn correctly he was reminded of his lesson in the discipline to begin with.
“Glyphing…” He could hear his teacher’s voice even now. “…is one of the most rudimentary forms of magic. Why? Because it is the foundation of the magical language. In essence, it captures the very essence of things by giving form and purpose to otherwise undirected energies.”
Aoren nodded as he recalled his fundamental instruction on the discipline. Perhaps that was what he needed to do. It had been so long since he’d actually sat down to think about what exactly Glyphing was and did maybe he needed to refresh his memory? Rising from his chair he walked to the center of his small room and seated himself on the cold stone floor. He took a deep breath focusing on his breathing. He was no master of meditation but he could at least clear his head enough to push back his irritation and focus on everything he knew at the task at hand.
“Glyphs can perform no stunning feats of magic by themselves. They use the inherent Djed present in the shapes and form of all things to augment other forms of magic.”
Early Evening
“This is always the most difficult part.”
Aoren rubbed his face in frustration. For the life of him he couldn’t get the design right. Try as he might he couldn’t quite copy the detail he’d poured into his first Glyph. Sighing heavily he flipped between the first page in his personal journal studying the lines and designs he’d made on his Glyph the previous season. He really did need to spend more time studying his secondary form of magic. He eyed the Glyph with obvious irritation.
“Cross the line so that it curves to create—No!”
“Shyke! Ugh!” Aoren threw down his quill pen as he messed up yet another attempt at his latest Glyph. Running his hands through his hair he sighed exasperatedly then stared down at the ruined effort. There little more frustrating to Aoren than a failed endeavor. As he sat there glaring at the stubborn Glyph that simply refused to be drawn correctly he was reminded of his lesson in the discipline to begin with.
“Glyphing…” He could hear his teacher’s voice even now. “…is one of the most rudimentary forms of magic. Why? Because it is the foundation of the magical language. In essence, it captures the very essence of things by giving form and purpose to otherwise undirected energies.”
Aoren nodded as he recalled his fundamental instruction on the discipline. Perhaps that was what he needed to do. It had been so long since he’d actually sat down to think about what exactly Glyphing was and did maybe he needed to refresh his memory? Rising from his chair he walked to the center of his small room and seated himself on the cold stone floor. He took a deep breath focusing on his breathing. He was no master of meditation but he could at least clear his head enough to push back his irritation and focus on everything he knew at the task at hand.
“Glyphs can perform no stunning feats of magic by themselves. They use the inherent Djed present in the shapes and form of all things to augment other forms of magic.”
