Summer 12th, On a Boat
The bow of the ship rose and fell slightly, a feeling in his gut flipping over with every rolling ocean wave. Leth hung above, illuminating the ocean as Vizayas gazed across the sea as he stood upon the bow, the front end of the ship. It was as if he hoped to spot something peculiar that never came. The sound the water made when it splashed against the ship was dwarfed by the many noises emanating from below deck. He could hear the dulled sounds of snoring, snorting, scratching, and idle banter as the crew generally had fun. Even the strain and stretch of the ropes that held the whipping and billowing sails were culprits in the distribution of noise. It was, quite literally, a cacaphony to him when to others it was quite quiet.
Of course, the night crew was not entirely without members. Despite not looking at them, he could hear that there were a few people out and about, their feet slapping and thudding against the wooden and wet boards of the deck. It was certainly chilly out, but he didn't feel much like trying to get some shut eye. It was difficult in such close quarters to be able to hear almost everything on the ship in detail when standing near the center of it, and considering his condition he worried he was becoming an insomniac. He was, however, getting better at filtering out pointless sounds that cluttered up everything else he was listening for.
A breeze came about, one that carried with it a rather frigid blast that seemed to sink down to the bone. That's it...I need to be warm. He cupped his hand, and the djed he needed wasn't hard to find - it was everywhere. The wind would bother him no longer when he was finished. His mouth went agape, djed pooling up in his lungs as he concentrated. He worked on tasking that djed as it was created, infusing it with the information of the wind, his goal to halt its assault on him and prevent such a thing from stealing any more heat. He could have gone below deck, but there was a pristine beauty out here that he wanted to appreciate for a bit longer.
He couldn't help but shiver and shake as yet another cold breeze whipped by, as if warning him against sheltering himself. His concentration did not falter, nor did he waver as he held the idea of the wind he held in his mind. Then, he blew the wind-djed infused essence in his lungs outwards, exhaling it into a thick fog that he willed to wrap around himself. Of course, to most he looked as if he were performing a silly gesture of some sort. To him, it was something far more surreal and special. He aided the fog with his hands, holding it around himself like a billowing fluffy sheet as he pressed it towards his skin.
Once it covered the entirety of his torso, and his arms like a cloud, he began to focus on condensing it. Slowly, it began to shrink. As it did, he couldn't help but notice the flaws he had created through this method. It was uneven, but he spent a great deal of time smoothing it out and trying to even out its impurities. After some time, the material began to clear up and form a somewhat reflective surface. It was riddled with imperfections, and most notably he had only created a shield around his torso and arms. His head was still exposed to the frigid air. He didn't want to tax himself too much, despite knowing he could shield his entire body with ease. You never know when the last of your djed will come in handy.
Nobody was really paying attention to him, even as another loud gust blew by. His hair flickered in the wind, but he found himself significantly warmer. His heart yearned for the music he had heard in Syliras, and he had often wondered if such a thing were possible to accomplish. He was never good at art, as a child. Why would now be any different? Sure, Audius allowed him to perform mimickry, and he seemed to understand everyone but could he really create art of that caliber by himself? Vizayas shrugged off the thought, succumbing to basic desire as he took a deep breath.
"Oh..." He sang, the drawn out word coming from deep within himself. Somewhat deep, but rather mellow. "The night was bright, the knight was slight. Amongst the ocean's powerful might. He stood, he sang..." He paused, his mind trying to think of more things to say. After a moment, he had something new to say. "To throw his voice, o'er the bow and into the sea. He really thinks, he can sing. But really he's bad, oh so bad." He fudged up the last word, ending it in a high pitched yelp despite having Rhaus to guide him - he had no practice, he didn't know much in terms of the basics of singing. He couldn't even really remember any songs, was he really so dull?
Perhaps someone would come along, and sing a song, so he could sing along?
The bow of the ship rose and fell slightly, a feeling in his gut flipping over with every rolling ocean wave. Leth hung above, illuminating the ocean as Vizayas gazed across the sea as he stood upon the bow, the front end of the ship. It was as if he hoped to spot something peculiar that never came. The sound the water made when it splashed against the ship was dwarfed by the many noises emanating from below deck. He could hear the dulled sounds of snoring, snorting, scratching, and idle banter as the crew generally had fun. Even the strain and stretch of the ropes that held the whipping and billowing sails were culprits in the distribution of noise. It was, quite literally, a cacaphony to him when to others it was quite quiet.
Of course, the night crew was not entirely without members. Despite not looking at them, he could hear that there were a few people out and about, their feet slapping and thudding against the wooden and wet boards of the deck. It was certainly chilly out, but he didn't feel much like trying to get some shut eye. It was difficult in such close quarters to be able to hear almost everything on the ship in detail when standing near the center of it, and considering his condition he worried he was becoming an insomniac. He was, however, getting better at filtering out pointless sounds that cluttered up everything else he was listening for.
A breeze came about, one that carried with it a rather frigid blast that seemed to sink down to the bone. That's it...I need to be warm. He cupped his hand, and the djed he needed wasn't hard to find - it was everywhere. The wind would bother him no longer when he was finished. His mouth went agape, djed pooling up in his lungs as he concentrated. He worked on tasking that djed as it was created, infusing it with the information of the wind, his goal to halt its assault on him and prevent such a thing from stealing any more heat. He could have gone below deck, but there was a pristine beauty out here that he wanted to appreciate for a bit longer.
He couldn't help but shiver and shake as yet another cold breeze whipped by, as if warning him against sheltering himself. His concentration did not falter, nor did he waver as he held the idea of the wind he held in his mind. Then, he blew the wind-djed infused essence in his lungs outwards, exhaling it into a thick fog that he willed to wrap around himself. Of course, to most he looked as if he were performing a silly gesture of some sort. To him, it was something far more surreal and special. He aided the fog with his hands, holding it around himself like a billowing fluffy sheet as he pressed it towards his skin.
Once it covered the entirety of his torso, and his arms like a cloud, he began to focus on condensing it. Slowly, it began to shrink. As it did, he couldn't help but notice the flaws he had created through this method. It was uneven, but he spent a great deal of time smoothing it out and trying to even out its impurities. After some time, the material began to clear up and form a somewhat reflective surface. It was riddled with imperfections, and most notably he had only created a shield around his torso and arms. His head was still exposed to the frigid air. He didn't want to tax himself too much, despite knowing he could shield his entire body with ease. You never know when the last of your djed will come in handy.
Nobody was really paying attention to him, even as another loud gust blew by. His hair flickered in the wind, but he found himself significantly warmer. His heart yearned for the music he had heard in Syliras, and he had often wondered if such a thing were possible to accomplish. He was never good at art, as a child. Why would now be any different? Sure, Audius allowed him to perform mimickry, and he seemed to understand everyone but could he really create art of that caliber by himself? Vizayas shrugged off the thought, succumbing to basic desire as he took a deep breath.
"Oh..." He sang, the drawn out word coming from deep within himself. Somewhat deep, but rather mellow. "The night was bright, the knight was slight. Amongst the ocean's powerful might. He stood, he sang..." He paused, his mind trying to think of more things to say. After a moment, he had something new to say. "To throw his voice, o'er the bow and into the sea. He really thinks, he can sing. But really he's bad, oh so bad." He fudged up the last word, ending it in a high pitched yelp despite having Rhaus to guide him - he had no practice, he didn't know much in terms of the basics of singing. He couldn't even really remember any songs, was he really so dull?
Perhaps someone would come along, and sing a song, so he could sing along?