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There simply wasn't enough space and material in the city of Zeltiva for I'saya Tuvalik to practice with the elements. The cobblestone paths of East and West Street had served their purpose, and the Tuvalik was easily growing beyond the boundaries of simple transmutation. She desired to try more. To do more. There was a very present desire to expand her knowledge upon what she was to learn. Because, after all, it was for the sake of the crowd that she pushed her boundaries, for the delight of the world that she pressed forward. And the Azenth found that it was best to do this in the pass. I'saya had entered from this place into the city much, much earlier in the season, and though she thought not of it until this point, the entrance into Zeltiva was fresh in her memory.
I miss home... Ivak's purpose takes me from my family, and I know his purpose is greater than I am. But, someday, I will go back...
A tinge of loneliness cast upon the Azenth's thoughts as she steeped into the depth of her soul. She cast forth her djed, mustering it, welling and drawing it from the soul. It was evoked from her hands, coalescing as a gas. The gas dispersed along the surface of both of her hands, growing in density as greater quantities of the substance oozed from her palms. Both of her hands were enveloped by the substance in a matter of ticks, six passing in total before she manipulated her Res. Vermillion fog coalesced and enmeshed into a single, spherical shape, I'saya pushing it in front of her. The cloud gathered as a dense, three-foot wide vermilion sphere.
But, she was not finished there. I'saya moulded the sphere into a liquid, sunlight shimmering over the vermilion surface as the sphere condensed and shrank as a result of the conversion, three feet turning to two just as I'saya wove strands of Res from within the sphere, siphoning it out. The Res appeared as a single strand of a web protruding from a liquid, circular mesh, one strand turning to two, then three, and finally four. The Azenth shaped the strands into tiny spheres unto themselves, each less than a tenth of an inch in diameter, but she had a purpose for them.
Transmutation.
Tiny, liquid spheres hardened and shrank even further, turned into minuscule pebbles that were suspended in the air. I'saya willed the very center of the larger orb to attract the material, a very weak attraction applied merely to keep the four pebbles in suspension. The attraction turned into, by the shape of the Res, into a weak, but present, gravitational pull, each of the pebbles falling into an orbit around the globe of Res.
It was when this process was complete that I'saya decided to turn up the heat. Waves of pleasure rolled down her spine as a low moan escaped her lips, the pull of Reimancy welling a deep, roiling satisfaction in her as she willed transmutation to transpire. The outer layer of the globe's Res began to crackle and fester, turning to gas, the rest following suit. Though, merely a thin film of Res would be transmuted, I'saya intent on practicing a finer control of her transmutations. She wished to challenge herself, not in breadth and expanse of power, but in control over such power.
I'm ready for this...
A grin layered upon her lips just as the crackling Res erupted into flame, a filmy layer of Res crackling as fire and feeding upon the gaseous orb of Res as the four pebbles continued to orbit around it. It was a deep, welling pleasure to see her labours come to fruition, but there was more to do.
Common | Arumenic | Fratava
90th of Summer, 514
There simply wasn't enough space and material in the city of Zeltiva for I'saya Tuvalik to practice with the elements. The cobblestone paths of East and West Street had served their purpose, and the Tuvalik was easily growing beyond the boundaries of simple transmutation. She desired to try more. To do more. There was a very present desire to expand her knowledge upon what she was to learn. Because, after all, it was for the sake of the crowd that she pushed her boundaries, for the delight of the world that she pressed forward. And the Azenth found that it was best to do this in the pass. I'saya had entered from this place into the city much, much earlier in the season, and though she thought not of it until this point, the entrance into Zeltiva was fresh in her memory.
I miss home... Ivak's purpose takes me from my family, and I know his purpose is greater than I am. But, someday, I will go back...
A tinge of loneliness cast upon the Azenth's thoughts as she steeped into the depth of her soul. She cast forth her djed, mustering it, welling and drawing it from the soul. It was evoked from her hands, coalescing as a gas. The gas dispersed along the surface of both of her hands, growing in density as greater quantities of the substance oozed from her palms. Both of her hands were enveloped by the substance in a matter of ticks, six passing in total before she manipulated her Res. Vermillion fog coalesced and enmeshed into a single, spherical shape, I'saya pushing it in front of her. The cloud gathered as a dense, three-foot wide vermilion sphere.
But, she was not finished there. I'saya moulded the sphere into a liquid, sunlight shimmering over the vermilion surface as the sphere condensed and shrank as a result of the conversion, three feet turning to two just as I'saya wove strands of Res from within the sphere, siphoning it out. The Res appeared as a single strand of a web protruding from a liquid, circular mesh, one strand turning to two, then three, and finally four. The Azenth shaped the strands into tiny spheres unto themselves, each less than a tenth of an inch in diameter, but she had a purpose for them.
Transmutation.
Tiny, liquid spheres hardened and shrank even further, turned into minuscule pebbles that were suspended in the air. I'saya willed the very center of the larger orb to attract the material, a very weak attraction applied merely to keep the four pebbles in suspension. The attraction turned into, by the shape of the Res, into a weak, but present, gravitational pull, each of the pebbles falling into an orbit around the globe of Res.
It was when this process was complete that I'saya decided to turn up the heat. Waves of pleasure rolled down her spine as a low moan escaped her lips, the pull of Reimancy welling a deep, roiling satisfaction in her as she willed transmutation to transpire. The outer layer of the globe's Res began to crackle and fester, turning to gas, the rest following suit. Though, merely a thin film of Res would be transmuted, I'saya intent on practicing a finer control of her transmutations. She wished to challenge herself, not in breadth and expanse of power, but in control over such power.
I'm ready for this...
A grin layered upon her lips just as the crackling Res erupted into flame, a filmy layer of Res crackling as fire and feeding upon the gaseous orb of Res as the four pebbles continued to orbit around it. It was a deep, welling pleasure to see her labours come to fruition, but there was more to do.
Common | Arumenic | Fratava
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