Zangyl
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Seated on a wooden bench located in a natural clearing surrounded by trees, Christian’s gaze was pointed forward; focussed on nothing. His lithe, left hand was making elegant and - most of all - intricate gestures; seemingly riding the wind’s invisible current. Down below a pond’s water rippled; moving in the same way as Christian’s hand did, describing the same elegant and intricate movements that rode the current. The water; a small amount of it raising from the pond untill it disconnected, vibrated as Christian clenged his hand into a fist. Breathing out audibly, his eyes suddenly shone intensely blue; his fingers slowly opening, the water mimicking the same movement as it moved towards Christian.
Muttering in a language forgotten by many, he called upon Nerones, the elemental spirit of water and asked her to protect him; after which the shapeless ‘puddle’ of water slowly - but steadily, began to morph into a hand; only a little bigger than Christian’s. When he breathed out once more, it moved towards him and enveloped his left hand. The water was cold; its embrace wet as it moved around his fingers and hand.
“Finally...” Christian muttered before pouring a steady amount of mana into the water; causing it to turn into something akin to ice, but not quite the same; for it was still moving, yet had the same density and strength as glacier ice has. He slowly raised his hand; his blue eyes widening and filled with a curious twinkle as he looked upon the play of colour cast by his ice-covered hand. He felt his heartbeat fasten; felt it throb in his throat as he remained quiet; all of his attention focussed on his left hand. He was, however, curious about what effect the ice would have on his skin, but didn’t worry. He knew that Nerones wouldn’t hurt him; not intentionally, that is. At this moment, Christian looked like a kid that was marveling over something of immense beauty or worth.
He then focussed his gaze upon the pond again; asking Nerones to once assist him. He pictured a design in his mind; light and intricate, yet elegant and strong in a way not often seen. And as the water arose from the pond, a small smile crept upon his face; happy to have achieved something he wasn’t able to achieve before.
The realization that what he was learning, or maybe even constructing, needed refining, came as sheets of glacier-ice came rushing towards his arm and attached to it; following the design Christian had pictured in his mind. However, Christian had not taken into consideration that the sheets would need space to move, and as of such he could only move his left arm up and down, whilst his hand remained free of any restriction; the ice without flaws, its design more delicate and, in a way, more perfect.
Surprised at how big the difference was between the two constructs, Christian blushed slightly; a shiver of cold running up his spine as he sat on the bench.
He clenged his ice-covered left hand on the bench’s arm support; leaving frostbite where his fingers and hand touched the wood. His eyes widened; focussed on this new development.
Christian was never someone to experiment; never had he felt the urge to, but now that everything had changed, he began to appreciate the feeling of pride one gets when a plan, or in Christian’s case, a construct functions properly - to a decree, obviously.
@Craig Leo
Muttering in a language forgotten by many, he called upon Nerones, the elemental spirit of water and asked her to protect him; after which the shapeless ‘puddle’ of water slowly - but steadily, began to morph into a hand; only a little bigger than Christian’s. When he breathed out once more, it moved towards him and enveloped his left hand. The water was cold; its embrace wet as it moved around his fingers and hand.
“Finally...” Christian muttered before pouring a steady amount of mana into the water; causing it to turn into something akin to ice, but not quite the same; for it was still moving, yet had the same density and strength as glacier ice has. He slowly raised his hand; his blue eyes widening and filled with a curious twinkle as he looked upon the play of colour cast by his ice-covered hand. He felt his heartbeat fasten; felt it throb in his throat as he remained quiet; all of his attention focussed on his left hand. He was, however, curious about what effect the ice would have on his skin, but didn’t worry. He knew that Nerones wouldn’t hurt him; not intentionally, that is. At this moment, Christian looked like a kid that was marveling over something of immense beauty or worth.
He then focussed his gaze upon the pond again; asking Nerones to once assist him. He pictured a design in his mind; light and intricate, yet elegant and strong in a way not often seen. And as the water arose from the pond, a small smile crept upon his face; happy to have achieved something he wasn’t able to achieve before.
The realization that what he was learning, or maybe even constructing, needed refining, came as sheets of glacier-ice came rushing towards his arm and attached to it; following the design Christian had pictured in his mind. However, Christian had not taken into consideration that the sheets would need space to move, and as of such he could only move his left arm up and down, whilst his hand remained free of any restriction; the ice without flaws, its design more delicate and, in a way, more perfect.
Surprised at how big the difference was between the two constructs, Christian blushed slightly; a shiver of cold running up his spine as he sat on the bench.
He clenged his ice-covered left hand on the bench’s arm support; leaving frostbite where his fingers and hand touched the wood. His eyes widened; focussed on this new development.
Christian was never someone to experiment; never had he felt the urge to, but now that everything had changed, he began to appreciate the feeling of pride one gets when a plan, or in Christian’s case, a construct functions properly - to a decree, obviously.
@Craig Leo
