28th day of Fall, 511
Miro woke up early today and began doing push ups. He was getting his body ready for training again. He took to putting on his new robe, outfitted with cane, staff and water pack. He walked to the table and opened his staff up. Focusing his djed into res still felt off, but with some work and time, he could make it. After a few chimes passed the staff was full. Focusing he pushed the res in, and was able to cork it. He focused his mind, lifting up the res, staff and all. Using both hands, he guided it around the room and back to his hands. He slowly let himself produce res all over his body, stinging slightly as it was produced.
He barged through the front door, walking with purpose in his stride. There was one place he had been meaning to visit. A place he had visited once before. Verlyna's Emerald Pond, the hypnotist resting spot. He arrived after a bell or two passed, he had plenty of time to think to himself. The green water shimmered in the light, it was beautiful. He removed the cork from his staff and let out what was left of his res to move over the water. He gathered up an amount then pulled it back to him. He felt weird after the res came in contact with the water. Suddenly thoughts plagued his mind, knocking the faint headache away. "What are you doing here? What are you doing? Why don't you swim? You should have fun! This place is fun, don't leave." They came at him one after another some repeating, then in the end only one stayed. "Don't leave!" The thought repeated over and over again.
Miro pulled the water back and struggled to hold onto the mass. He pulled his water pack open and filled it using all of his water and res. He left his res in there to decay, disperse the remaining djed into the water. He capped it and let if fall to rest around his hip. He grabbed the now empty staff and walked up the the edge of the pond. He sat down and leaned forward to look in at the green water. As he stared at himself in the water, he felt uneasy, as if he may become fatigued or suddenly lose balance. Clenching the staff in his right hand he carefully brought his hand forward. He dipped it in, just as his other hand lost its grip. He fell in the pond, from the waist up. As he was under he reached his left hand around the edge trying to find a grip. His hand wrapped firmly around a root and he concentrated his djed to his arm, using the Flux to force himself out of the water.
Miro laid back with the staff in hand, paying careful attention not to spill the water. He grabbed the cork and pressed it firmly in place. He wiped his face and tried to focus his remaining djed to his hand. He made a firm ball several inches in in length. Moving it around his wet clothing, he dried his robe off. The large wet ball or res was siting in the air beyond Miro. He froze it and let it fall into the water with a splash. He picked up the staff, and started heading back to town. A few bells later, he would return to town. The afternoon was still young and Miro still had things to do.