42nd Winter, 512 A.V. Hadrian had a problem: since returning from Sahova, he had certainly been busy, but not with students. Vhast, his prize pupil in cultural anthropology, was away on a research trip. Others had fallen away for whatever reasons in his absence. There was no blame attached, of course; he understood the way life worked, and time. Ah, time. He wondered if he would ever be graced with an audience with Tanroa, to study Time, as it were, face to face. The world was full of possibility. But if students were not applying to study anthropology, his specialty, then he knew he would have to teach magical theory in order to maintain his place, however tenuous, on the University's faculty. So here he was, in a public place, prepared to do that which he abhorred in order to attract students. But if applied magic was going to be the lure, he would hold it out of reach until he was sure a student had a sound foundation in theory and, gods willing, ethics. Watching all those artifacts sold to the highest bidder in the Summer had set his hackles up. A Syliran upbringing may not have enamored him of the Knighthood, especially after the mess that had become his research trip to Sahova, but he did believe in morality. His morality was just different from that of most he knew. Seated by himself, Hadrian began to take his breathing into strict control. He shut his eyes and brought his focus down to himself, letting sensory impressions from without pass over him and through him without holding onto them. When they had passed, he turned his mind's eye to observe the path. Where they had gone, there was Nothing. Only Hadrian remained. His storm-bright eyes opened, his hands cupping the air before him, and he channeled djed into them. It was an attractive force then, pulling everything away from a single point in his hands, until he had created Nothing. Void. The portal opened, a pinprick of utter darkness. With the pulse of his heartbeat, it grew, dilating like a pupil in the air. It wouldn't grow much bigger than his hand, though. The faintest Pull allowed air to slip through, but wouldn't take much else. There, public magic. If that would not attract the curious, he didn't know what would. |