Timestamp: 31st of Summer 518
Kynier strode down the stairs to the common area of his home. The sparse furnishings left it feeling larger and more open than it actually was. With only a desk, a table, a chair, an empty bookshelf, a food cupboard, a wash basin, and Laurie’s pen, there was very little to behold. Laurie clucked in greeting as he came down. Kynier went to the cupboard and took some feed to give to the solitary hen. While she was occupied with that he checked on her nest for an egg. He paused when he saw it. Yes, there was an egg but it was blue. Solid blue and gleaming like ice. Kynier thought that the old man at the Slag Heap was spinning a wild tale. Now he wasn’t so sure.
Bending down to grasp it led to another surprise. As his fingers enveloped it a bitter cold sensation greeted his hand. Startled by it, Kynier stood and exhaled in surprise. It felt very cold to the touch. But there was a twinge of something else, magic. With a readying shake of his hand Kynier stooped down and grasped the egg. Unlike other eggs it didn’t feel fragile to the touch. Which was fortunate because his grip was tight from discomfort. Kynier walked away from Laurie’s pen and set the egg down in the center of the open floor area. Curiosity welled up inside. A barely noticeable bit of djed emanated from the icy egg that he could feel standing right next to it. When he stepped away to get Laurie fresh water he immediately lost that sensation.
Kynier took ten chimes to clean out the pen as well as get something to eat. When that was done he knelt down beside the egg. No water nor condensation surrounded it. While the day had not yet reached the peak of heat yet, it was clearly warm enough to melt ice and quickly at that. Would it melt at all? Unwilling to wait around to see Kynier went upstairs to retrieve a candle. He brought it back downstairs and set it next to the egg before sitting on the floor himself. Kynier closed his eyes and tried to push his thoughts aside. The inquisitiveness of the egg made it especially difficult. Ultimately he was able to silence his mind long enough to comfortably reach for his djed. From the depths of his soul he warped the power into res and willed it to the surface. After a chime there was a small liquid coating on the tip of a finger. Ignite.
The res sparked into a small flame on the tip of his finger. One that he used to light the candle on the floor to keep the flame alive. Then he closed his eyes again and called upon the raw form of his djed. It was still in the shallow parts of his soul and took less time to draw forth. The power shifted throughout his body as his will began to form a weave. Kynier held out a hand to the fire and sought to draw it into the Shield weave he was forming. It sputtered for a moment before winking out. The heat of it lingered in the power his mind manipulated. Then Kynier set both hands down around the ice egg and laid the shield down to cover the floor under and around the egg. A small glimmering shield covered the floor and reflected the blue radiance of the magic egg.
Kynier took several deep breaths as he tried to keep hold of his power. It wanted to retreat to its source though he wouldn’t allow it. With it still close to the surface he conjured it into a gaseous res. The magical mist danced between his palms as it grew in size. When he had a comfortable amount he acted. Ignite. The sphere of gas between his hands turned ablaze and his will made the fire flow down to coat the egg.
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