35th of Summer, 513AV - 12th bell
It was a warm day in the Bronze Woods. The local fauna did their own activities under the radiant summer sun. The deer grazed, the wolves hunted and a young boy was in the woods who was honing his fists. Alex, a blind orphan, was in the forest preforming various strikes with both hands and feet in the forest, conditioning his mind and body for self-defence. A small flacon sat on a growing sapling and watched the boy punch the air with confidence. With each strike, the boy gave a kiai, or a short battle cry to help build an image of intimidation to whatever he was facing. Although Alex was blind, he’s capable to defend himself.
“Hyah! Aiyaah! Hyah!” Alex yelled as he punched a tree, holding a firm stance. However, his fists were not harmed by the solid surface. As Alex punched the tree, he generates a minute about of Res from his knuckles and when he strikes his fist towards the tree, the Res manipulates the air and forces it against Alex’s strike and cushions the impact. Alex continued punching and kicking the tree until he felt like he needed a break.
After a good ten chimes, Alex took a break and walked over to his backpack which was near Tallulah, his falcon. Alex sat down near the sapling that Tallulah, who is also called Lulu. With a bit of sweat dripping from his forehead, Alex wiped away the drops with his arm as he grabbed his water skin and drunk the refreshing water within it.
“Ah… That good” Alex said, heaving a sigh of relaxation.
“Oh, hey you go Lulu. You must be thirst too.” Alex said as pooled a bit of water in his cupped hand, offering Lulu a drink of water. The young proud falcon moved towards Alex’s hand before she dipped her beak in the cool pool of water. However, after a single sip she raised her head and turned away, as if she didn’t want the water to begin with.
“You know… you act like a spoiled girl sometimes…” Alex said before he drunk the unfinished water.
Alex remained seated next to his falcon, which was perching on a sapling grooming her flightless wings, as he waited for his body to rejuvenate itself so he can continue training. As Alex rested, he decided to indulge himself in a bit of reimancy practice, nothing that was too hard, just something to pass the time productively. Underneath Lulu were a few feathers that she had removed, Alex could hear Lulu grooming, because she makes a certain noise as she does it. He reached under the sapling and searched around for three feathers with his hand. Soon after he had three feather in hand.
With the three feathers, Alex cupped both hands together. The three feathers inside the bowl of his hands, Alex began to focus a small amount of Res from his hands. He then manipulated the res so it would twirl from the centre. The Res attracted the air and began shifting the feathers. The air-attracted res continuously spun in a circle before Alex, carrying the feathers. The ticking feeling of Lulu’s feather bushing against the palm of his hand made Alex giggle a bit. Soon after Alex parted his hands and the circle that the feather’s followed grew bigger. The feathers in the circle served as a touch stimulus for Alex, because he is unable to see and enjoy the beauty of magic.
It was a warm day in the Bronze Woods. The local fauna did their own activities under the radiant summer sun. The deer grazed, the wolves hunted and a young boy was in the woods who was honing his fists. Alex, a blind orphan, was in the forest preforming various strikes with both hands and feet in the forest, conditioning his mind and body for self-defence. A small flacon sat on a growing sapling and watched the boy punch the air with confidence. With each strike, the boy gave a kiai, or a short battle cry to help build an image of intimidation to whatever he was facing. Although Alex was blind, he’s capable to defend himself.
“Hyah! Aiyaah! Hyah!” Alex yelled as he punched a tree, holding a firm stance. However, his fists were not harmed by the solid surface. As Alex punched the tree, he generates a minute about of Res from his knuckles and when he strikes his fist towards the tree, the Res manipulates the air and forces it against Alex’s strike and cushions the impact. Alex continued punching and kicking the tree until he felt like he needed a break.
After a good ten chimes, Alex took a break and walked over to his backpack which was near Tallulah, his falcon. Alex sat down near the sapling that Tallulah, who is also called Lulu. With a bit of sweat dripping from his forehead, Alex wiped away the drops with his arm as he grabbed his water skin and drunk the refreshing water within it.
“Ah… That good” Alex said, heaving a sigh of relaxation.
“Oh, hey you go Lulu. You must be thirst too.” Alex said as pooled a bit of water in his cupped hand, offering Lulu a drink of water. The young proud falcon moved towards Alex’s hand before she dipped her beak in the cool pool of water. However, after a single sip she raised her head and turned away, as if she didn’t want the water to begin with.
“You know… you act like a spoiled girl sometimes…” Alex said before he drunk the unfinished water.
Alex remained seated next to his falcon, which was perching on a sapling grooming her flightless wings, as he waited for his body to rejuvenate itself so he can continue training. As Alex rested, he decided to indulge himself in a bit of reimancy practice, nothing that was too hard, just something to pass the time productively. Underneath Lulu were a few feathers that she had removed, Alex could hear Lulu grooming, because she makes a certain noise as she does it. He reached under the sapling and searched around for three feathers with his hand. Soon after he had three feather in hand.
With the three feathers, Alex cupped both hands together. The three feathers inside the bowl of his hands, Alex began to focus a small amount of Res from his hands. He then manipulated the res so it would twirl from the centre. The Res attracted the air and began shifting the feathers. The air-attracted res continuously spun in a circle before Alex, carrying the feathers. The ticking feeling of Lulu’s feather bushing against the palm of his hand made Alex giggle a bit. Soon after Alex parted his hands and the circle that the feather’s followed grew bigger. The feathers in the circle served as a touch stimulus for Alex, because he is unable to see and enjoy the beauty of magic.