Day 7-Winter of 511 A.V.
The bustle of a busy city towards the end of the day, when the moon was at its waking hour between the twilight and the fading sun. The smell of wines and spirits filled the frosty air of Avanthal with their sweet and sultry smells while cheers of jobs well done rang throughout the pubs and inns. The glimmering city's entertainment was beginning to wake up after a hard days work for all to enjoy. Old and cheerful bards had small crowds of travelers and Vantha alike captivated their small audiences with colorful and elaborate tales of lores and times well remembered. Huge blocks of ice were skillfully being chiseled down by renowned artisans to the shapes of exotic beasts, their skilled hands working the ice like it was air.
Nykko Lightstorm was in his hour of business as well. Walking into a vacant spot near the center of town, he lay down his things and looked around, his blue eyes taking in all the scenes. He loved this. Random people being entertained by Morwen's beautiful city's people, the Vantha. He loved his people and what they did everyday.
He removed his cloak, revealing his bare chest and arms in the cold twilight air, but Morwen's gift kept him safe from any ill effects the cold might have on anyone without the Gnosis. He bent to open up his satchel, his long hair falling over his face with blue highlights, glimmering into green every once in a while.
What he removed were several highly crafted juggling torches, intricately designed with beautiful but complicated carvings, which also made for a good grip as well. These he set aside. Instead, he looked around for some snow and made about 6 or 7 large snowballs. He picked one up and concentrated on the ice. He felt for his Gnosis of ice reaving and felt the individual ice crystals combine. He opened up his soul and felt the cool crisp love of his people, the Vantha, people of the ice and northern lights, fill his body. This is where Nykko felt the power came from. Soon, he was holding a hollowed out ball of crystal clear ice!
“Ah, ok. Six more to go” he said to himself. After he finished with the other iceballs, he placed them on the snow and took a rest. Several curious bystanders watched him curiously, not knowing if Nykko was planning on performing or not. Some left, some hung around. Nykko smiled. He liked drawing crowds. Nykko was a people person in all the sense. He felt comfort in being the center of attention.
He slowly stood up and stretched, his tattooed back and arms twisting this way and that in very flexible positions. More curious people (some a bit tipsy from a nearby pub) gathered and whispered around him.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Nykko Lightstorm” said Nykko, using a rather normal tone with a big grin on his face. “I will be performing fire magic, so please keep your distance unless you would like to see what it feels like to be an over-done mackerel” People laughed and chuckled.
With that, he slowly started forming Djed in his mouth. Just a little bit at a time. He picked up a few of the hollowed out iceballs and through a small opening he spit the djed inside each one. Then with one hand, he started to juggle each one. Some people stated to cheer, but then Nykko ignited the djed in each of the iceballs and they all started to glow! It was like a little sun trapped in ice! Truly a fantastic sight to see!