Solitude. The idyllic scenario was presented before him. Solitude in the midst of the wilderness, complete and total isolation from the world of Rhysol and the presences of people. And it was in the solitude that Venser Rush saw it fit to unleash the entirety of his being once again. Harameus willed transformation to transpire within the world, for the ebb and tidings of change to pierce upon the stagnancy of the mundane world and keep it turning. For stagnancy turned to dissolution and destruction. Change was in all aspects of the world. Day to night, the altering states of magic, the progression of the human life... The changing nature of djed, the impressionable nature of identity was a testament to the sphere that Harameus played within. And for Venser, though Harameus was not a God of Magic, he found that the realm of transformation was best paid homage to by the exploration of magic.
Djed welled deep within Venser as he tugged upon the weave of his soul. He steeped into the power of his spirit, pulling from the depths of his being and coursing it through the astral body. But, it needed to go deeper than this. He needed to go deeper. He closed his eyes, envisioning the djed within him as a material concept, djed given physical form, transcending the space of power drawn from the soul and turned, twisted... transformed, into matter, much like the very flesh that wrapped about his skeleton. His beating heart paced within his chest as the thoughts slowly ground to a half, a singular, consuming desire to manifest djed bringing the visage of the ribbon once again into his mind.
The ribbon solidified in his thoughts, Venser taking a tentative hand, almost observing the structure in his mind's eye before he tugged at it. Fifteen ticks passed in absolute stillness as Venser began to convert djed into Res, steeping himself into a deep, consuming trance as chills coursed down his spine. A grin materialized as the pleasure dulled in favour of awareness, Venser directing the Res from inside of his body and out of his pores. The silvery, gaseous substance emerged from his palms, Venser's eyes remaining closed. He did not need to physically see the Res to know that it was there. It suspended near his palms, Venser bringing his hands forward, cupping them. He felt the swirling coalescence of Res in his palms for a moment before he brought it, willed it to ascend.
The Res collected in the shape of a cone, the control over the substance incredibly sluggish, slow. The process was not very draining, a minimal amount of djed actually pulled from Venser's soul, but he had trouble controlling it. Reimancy at this level was, as Miro had indicated, far less about investment and much more about attaining mastery. Thankfully, he had discovered his element, and was in the process of learning to control it. Earth was his ally, the element providing a sense of sturdiness and power. Rigid and strong, it reminded him of the pride that he held close and dear to him, the strength that maintained him and sustained him perpetuated in his very soul in resonance with the learning of Reimancy.
Venser's eyes remained closed as he imagined the gaseous cone slowly solidifying. Compacting together, the Res would layer and condense into a final, solid shape. It was then that Venser deemed it fit to solidify it further.
And now... transformation. Also know as Transmutation.
Venser saw the words as synonymous with one another, for transmutation was simply the conversion of an element into another. In any other situation, it would be deemed transformation. Avoiding magical vocabulary, it would be called as such.
The Rush twin felt the change as the entirety of the Res was transmuted into rock, the stone quickly falling out of the air. Venser opened his eyes just in time to catch the stone. The blonde turned the stone in his hand, noting the rounded edges of the base, the pointed end, though it clearly lacked refinement. The surface was smooth, and cool to the touch, but all in all, the conic shape was successful. Though, it took much, much longer than expected.
Five chimes to create a single, small stone was rather unbelievable.
I will aspire to transmute more quickly... Transformation can be both a quick or slow process, but to maximize the flow of transformation, one must have further mastery over their media of instigating transformation.
Take your time with a post, too! You have 3 weeks, after all XD I chose this date so you could get to the Lakeshore without the ferry/fish problems.
