Miro walked back and forth behind the couch, turning his face away from where Alric lay. The pain, the agony of the res invading him. It wasn't right. Alric asked a favor, but Miro could sense from the moment he handed the ice to him that this was too much. Alric was a nice guy. He was polite in ways Miro could barely understand. He was the nicest person Miro had met since Kinneas took him in and saved his life. What did Miro do for him to have him teach him? Nothing, and now, Miro would repay him back by paining away his conscious mind. None of it felt right. He only hoped that Alric would forget this and treasure the gift of reimancy.
Miro's heart continued to pound, hard, loud. Miro leaned against the wall, head on on forearm that laid against the cool surface. Sweat ran from his forehead to his arm and down his cheeks. Still, the heart beating. That bumping noise no longer held tight in his chest, but enveloped his whole body. He felt it in the tips of his toes, and in every finger. The hot pulsing made the sweat that covered his body feel like fire, yet, he somehow felt cold. Why wasn't the cold refreshing? All Miro wanted was to lay in a bottomless pit of snow, but he was already cold, right? The bumping noise made his head hurt slightly more each time he felt the pulse hit his brain. The noise rang in his ears endlessly. "Alric, you'll be okay, right?"
Chimes passed, and before long they turned to bells. Miro had long since found refuge in the memories that followed Grimkon's initiation. He woke up, not afraid, but excited. A nightmare, in which Miro had saved him from ensuing flames. To learn the element of fire, he took a hold of the fearful element and endured the passionate heat that the element rained down on him until he made it his own. Alric was somebody different entirely. Miro could expect any element but fire, which was in some form a relief. From what Miro could tell, and deeply hoped for, Alric would choose either air or water. Miro mused at the idea of how he would teach him to become familiar with the element. Crazy, exaggerated training sessions came into his mind. Holding Alric under the water of Verlyna's pond. With wind he would capture the winds of a storm and direct them at Alric, who would be plastered to a wall because of the force. Miro snickered at the thought of Alric trying to plea against the methods in much too polite a way while he cheeks flapped against the wind streams.
In his mind, he knew all of what he would do for element training. He just pray it not be earth, as it was a complicated element, even for Miro. Oh, but Alric was a smart one, that was for sure. Alric would pick up on conjuring res, then they would find the element suiting him together. If all else failed they could play a game to find it, but that seemed a bit unlikely. No, Miro was prepared no matter what would happen, he just now had to focus on teaching as fast as he had been taught. Knowing that together, Alric and Miro were capable of having hypnotism taught within a day, Miro also thought the same to be true for reimancy.
Their friendship might be strained, but he owed a massive favor. The painful part wasn't over, as reimancy would take a much heavier toll on Alric during their partnership as the years passed. Today, this introduction, it showed Alric the initial toll of having the talent. The res that invaded his body was as a poison. Part of Miro's essence stolen from his body to cause his friend pain. It attuned his body to the magic, but only by taking another person energy. Soon enough he would be stealing from his own soul. If he was too generous with his thievery his body and soul would rebel in ways nobody could predict.
Miro's mother once explained that magics deal in overgiving in one of two ways. Overgiving effects from a discipline of magic tend to either explode or implode. These words didn't make much sense at all to Miro, so he of course asked what implode meant. It still was a little confusing, as he had no way of picturing what it meant, but the message was clear. Simply put implosion was the opposite of explosion, which Miro knew all too well. As an added bonus, his mother demonstrated the explosion part to cement Miro's attention. She took a mass of res and ignited it into fire that spread out in every direction rapidly. In his mind he could still hear the words of his mother
"To expand with force." He smiled at the memory. To show implosion, she clapped her hands together and held them as so. She said something about coming together with force, but Miro still had no idea what it meant to become a clap, but it seemed to be irrelevant when she explained what it meant. Overgiving that exploded would damage the body, making you never forget the time you pushed too far. Losing a body part, losing control of magic, there were so many horrific possibilities. She explained that flux and reimancy were ones that tended to explode to take their toll. Miro wasn't sure what to expect of imploding effects, or what magics would even do such a thing. Only that she feared he would "quit being her Dra-Miro" if it ever happened.
Miro caught ahold of his mind, and noted that the silence in the room had been broken. Alric was moaning as if he was coming to. Miro could only guess that three bells had passed since Miro retracted his res. Hopefully Alric would be as eager as Grim was to learn, only this time he would be sure that the magic was learned as soon as possible. Miro pushed his hair backwards out of his face. He made a small amount of djed about the size of his pinky then froze it to ice and began to nibble on it. It soothed his anxious mind to suckle on Mowen's bosom.
AlricWorth the wait I hope.