OOC Note: Most of this thread will occur inside Clyde's head unless otherwise stated, so bear this in mind while grading for physical skills/things he does within said mind space.
IC:
Clyde woke early the morning of the 19th. He didn't have anything to do specifically, no Stryfe training or duties, and so he'd decided to spend some time working on himself and his own skills. Namely, working on meditation. It was a skill he'd been working on for a long time, as long as magic, but still one he could improve on.
He awoke, let Rye out to do his business and made his own ablutions while he waited, let Rye back in, and then headed to his lab with the dog. Wearing his casual clothes, and as always carrying around his staff Cha, he folded a thick winter blanket over once and laid it across the pedestal meant for Magecrafting set in the middle of the room as a soft place to rest. Around it was a heavy layer of warding, one perhaps in need of maintenance, but still potent by any measure. The pedestal was one of the few places on the rooms floor not covered in thick painted on wards.
Done he sat on the middle of the pedestal, patted the spot beside him for Rye to sit beside him, and placing Cha across his lap with one palm laid across her he got comfortable. Then closed his eyes and began to breath, a steady even rhythm. In. Out. In. Out.
After a few breaths he began to focus on an image of a candle burning in darkness. Darkness so pervasive the flames did not pierce it. As dark and empty as the void itself.
Not dark as in evil, or lacking good, but dark as in neutral. A distinction in Clyde's mind he made and understood which wouldn't likely make a difference to anyone else but to Clyde was a distinction all the same. Empty and devoid, ready to be filled.
As he continued to breath, Clyde began to focus more on the candle, on the fact that it was sitting on a table. On his next exhale the flames expanded, not piercing the darkness completely but pushing it back. As this occurred, the table became visible in his mind.
Inhale. Exhale.
On the next exhale he pushed the emptiness further, to a chair. One he was sitting in. Thick padded brown leather, meant for one person. It came into existence as he became aware of it, because he became aware of it. His focus allowing it to exist in his mind, as all of the room did. And it was a room that he sat in, one quite different from the lab he'd been sitting in.
On the next exhale the candle flamed, spreading across the entire room its neutral light. When it retracted several other points lit across the room, still lit when the candle's light pulled back to itself.
He was sitting in a chair of leather, Cha propped across his lap. A rug sat before him, grey and neutral as the stone it sat on. On top of it was a small table, the candle still lit sat atop the table smack in the middle. The room itself was of a solid grey stone. Floor, walls, somewhat arched ceiling, each brick placed with care. Across the rug sat a fireplace, a fire lit in it, and above the opening for the fireplace was a large blank portrait frame.
Clyde rose from the chair and turned, and noticed there was a door on the wall behind him. And there was. It was as he began to exhale once more, that he noticed the brass doorknob in the wooden door begin to turn and open.
IC:
19 Spring 518- 3rd Bell
Clyde woke early the morning of the 19th. He didn't have anything to do specifically, no Stryfe training or duties, and so he'd decided to spend some time working on himself and his own skills. Namely, working on meditation. It was a skill he'd been working on for a long time, as long as magic, but still one he could improve on.
He awoke, let Rye out to do his business and made his own ablutions while he waited, let Rye back in, and then headed to his lab with the dog. Wearing his casual clothes, and as always carrying around his staff Cha, he folded a thick winter blanket over once and laid it across the pedestal meant for Magecrafting set in the middle of the room as a soft place to rest. Around it was a heavy layer of warding, one perhaps in need of maintenance, but still potent by any measure. The pedestal was one of the few places on the rooms floor not covered in thick painted on wards.
Done he sat on the middle of the pedestal, patted the spot beside him for Rye to sit beside him, and placing Cha across his lap with one palm laid across her he got comfortable. Then closed his eyes and began to breath, a steady even rhythm. In. Out. In. Out.
After a few breaths he began to focus on an image of a candle burning in darkness. Darkness so pervasive the flames did not pierce it. As dark and empty as the void itself.
Not dark as in evil, or lacking good, but dark as in neutral. A distinction in Clyde's mind he made and understood which wouldn't likely make a difference to anyone else but to Clyde was a distinction all the same. Empty and devoid, ready to be filled.
As he continued to breath, Clyde began to focus more on the candle, on the fact that it was sitting on a table. On his next exhale the flames expanded, not piercing the darkness completely but pushing it back. As this occurred, the table became visible in his mind.
Inhale. Exhale.
On the next exhale he pushed the emptiness further, to a chair. One he was sitting in. Thick padded brown leather, meant for one person. It came into existence as he became aware of it, because he became aware of it. His focus allowing it to exist in his mind, as all of the room did. And it was a room that he sat in, one quite different from the lab he'd been sitting in.
On the next exhale the candle flamed, spreading across the entire room its neutral light. When it retracted several other points lit across the room, still lit when the candle's light pulled back to itself.
He was sitting in a chair of leather, Cha propped across his lap. A rug sat before him, grey and neutral as the stone it sat on. On top of it was a small table, the candle still lit sat atop the table smack in the middle. The room itself was of a solid grey stone. Floor, walls, somewhat arched ceiling, each brick placed with care. Across the rug sat a fireplace, a fire lit in it, and above the opening for the fireplace was a large blank portrait frame.
Clyde rose from the chair and turned, and noticed there was a door on the wall behind him. And there was. It was as he began to exhale once more, that he noticed the brass doorknob in the wooden door begin to turn and open.
