Day 29, Summer of 509 AV
Nightfall
The Stone Gardens, Syliras
Nightfall
The Stone Gardens, Syliras
The surroundings was quiet, the majority of tourists and visitors having left the place. The calm stone and serene trees were gently illuminated by the faint flickering of torches scattered infrequently throughout the sprawling location. Enough for basic navigation, but not enough for tasks that require proper light. The darkness held the advantage of making people here more inconspicuous, and it was for this purpose that the ethaefal found himself sitting cross-legged in a far-off corner of the gardens that few people venture.
Opening his eyes, he noticed that it was already dark, though he already instinctively knew this when halfway in his meditation his form suddenly began changing. The sudden unparalleled clarity of his mind that spoke of echos of past life memories had jolted him from his meditative trance, and was the clearest sign of his transformation, and of course the nightfall that resulted in this daily occurrence.
Standing up with a sigh, he heard the soft crack of muscles flexing and getting into place after an afternoon of silent meditation, of getting in touch with himself. Shrugging his shoulders to get a proper blood circulation around, he took a cursory glance of the area. Fueling djed into his eyes, he briefly scanned the area, seeking the flare of an aura that signified a sentient being.
Nothing.
Everything in the world had djed, with only the capacity for djed that marked the difference in their spiritual state. As such, there was a mild glow of djed that emanated from the stone walls, and the slightly brighter cloud of djed that formed the aura of the various living shrubbery and flora that decorated the area.
He did not detect the clear spark of a fellow human, or at least he could not find one within the range of his auristics that was granted to him by his current proficiency. Shutting down the flow of djed into his eyes, he nodded again to himself, taking out a quill and an ink-well that he bought earlier in the Grand Bazaar.
Opening his eyes, he noticed that it was already dark, though he already instinctively knew this when halfway in his meditation his form suddenly began changing. The sudden unparalleled clarity of his mind that spoke of echos of past life memories had jolted him from his meditative trance, and was the clearest sign of his transformation, and of course the nightfall that resulted in this daily occurrence.
Standing up with a sigh, he heard the soft crack of muscles flexing and getting into place after an afternoon of silent meditation, of getting in touch with himself. Shrugging his shoulders to get a proper blood circulation around, he took a cursory glance of the area. Fueling djed into his eyes, he briefly scanned the area, seeking the flare of an aura that signified a sentient being.
Nothing.
Everything in the world had djed, with only the capacity for djed that marked the difference in their spiritual state. As such, there was a mild glow of djed that emanated from the stone walls, and the slightly brighter cloud of djed that formed the aura of the various living shrubbery and flora that decorated the area.
He did not detect the clear spark of a fellow human, or at least he could not find one within the range of his auristics that was granted to him by his current proficiency. Shutting down the flow of djed into his eyes, he nodded again to himself, taking out a quill and an ink-well that he bought earlier in the Grand Bazaar.