17th day of Winter, 511 AV
Miro glanced at the staff as he opened his wardrobe. The heavy robe was removed immediately. Lately Miro's arm had only pained him if he thought about it hurting him. It seemed to be fine to be moved and used as usual. The arm would surely be able to survive some routine training if needed. But for now, Miro wouldn't even worry about such things.
The morning was just blooming forth with the sun still hiding just out of sight. Miro tied the last knot of his robe and proceeded to weigh it down with a large amount of ice. Miro slowly oozed res from his torso and moved it through and around his clothing. He pressed it against the lining of the robe, slowly forming a blanket. As Miro transmuted it he felt a little light headed. The rapid increasing weight and the djed lose happening at the same time caused Miro's knees to shake. He stood tall for as long as he could, muscles fighting at the inevitable collapse. Miro melted away some of the ice that laid around the waist and along the sides, allowing it to move more freely.
Miro fell forward on his knees, then his hands. He was unable to walk and not even out of his room yet. The pain was a little discouraging, but quickly took away the haze of djed loss. The weight now was spread between his hands and knees and bearable. Miro flexed his arms and took to weight off of his legs. He lifted his right leg and planted his foot firmly. Now with solid footing, he distributed the weight to his legs and pushed up with his arms. His body shifted to an upright kneeling position. The cold ice held close to his body, giving him a soothing calm over his body. His body felt as if it were able to reach its prime. Miro forced his body up lifting up on to both feet carefully until he stood with balance.
The staff remained propped up against the wardrobe and was retrieved after Miro tested out walking with the added weight in an awkward waddle. He grabbed the staff and used it as a cane to help him walk along. By the time Miro reached the door now able to walk nearly casually. Miro smirked at the thought that nobody would notice. He made his way through the common area and out to the courtyard. He opened the door to find an unusually beautiful day. The skies were just showing the first rays of morning light. The clouds were scattered in clusters, and the air carried a slight warmth. It greeted his face for a moment as he paced his way over to the grass.
Miro melted away any ice that made him uncomfortable as he sat with his legs crossed. The cool water that melted away tickled at Miro's legs as it made its way down to the ground. He took the staff between his hands resting on his lap. He perched his hands together with his thumbs out allowing it to lay across him. He spread his hands out until they rested on his legs. Miro focused now, centering his mind.
Today he would find his direction with the staff. The damn thing would give him a response, a way to use its power. Miro had only to learn how the magic was to interact with it. Times like these made him ache for an instructor who could guide his way. Though, even without instructions to guide him, he wasn't without a direction. He had his instincts that guided him through magic. Somewhere in him he had the means to work the staff, he needed only now to unearth that talent.
His plan for activating the staff was quite simple. He would use every discipline of magic to force a reaction. The most obvious starting magic would be reimancy. Miro's knowledge of the discipline made him proud. He estimated that he had surpassed his mother in the talent she had taught her young son. The flames she wielded so brilliantly that slipped Miro's grip for so long were now his to control. Miro began to produce res slowly over his hands and move it around the staff. The ends covered and slowly the two sides formed into one. With the coating of res applied Miro now wondered how to spark a reaction. It didn't seem to be enough, reimancy dealt with the elements. The only thing it had to offer was his res, the manifestation of his life force. Miro began to wonder if perhaps he couldn't get a reaction from just one magic.
Miro thought for a moment on how he could apply the other magics and use them through the staff. Miro pulled his flux streams from his torso and pulled them up to his arms. The energy rushed into his hands and began to pool. Now he would have to do the hard part. Morphing, hypnotism, they were so foreign to Miro, but he needed that tool. Miro remembered the feeling of forcing his will on Alric. Hypnotism seemed to transfer a strong will onto a target using djed. With his djed moving into his hands and moving around the staff, fighting to flow through it.
Miro focused on what he craved so badly. The desire became stronger and stronger. The phrase flowed through his mind over and over. Miro focused the mass of djed that rested in his hands and tapped into it. As Miro concentrated on delivering the will, the djed flowed out into the structure of the staff. "Show me your secrets."
Secrets, was what he experiencing the secrets of the staff? No, no secrets, it was as if he cast it on a dead person. Miro did not feel as if he learned much of anything, only a new strange familiarity with the object. As he held it he felt a slight tingle. Holding it felt comfortable, as if it were a piece of ice. Miro quit focusing on the liquid res on the staff, erasing it from his mind. Slowly it evaporated away into the air. Miro sat still, finding a calm in his mind. He shut out the sounds of the morning only thinking about his magic. The ice around his body and the staff sitting in his hand put Miro into a deep still position. His mind drifted from the thoughts of the other people who might be around, leaving him blissfully unaware.