6th Fall, 513AV
Focused entirely on her paper, Tsaba carefully outlined the 'skeleton' of her glyph; a hollow, open-ended Y shape made of three angles, like the points of arrowheads. It was a simplistic core, but the rest of the glyph was anything but simple. She added directional components, letting instinct guide her hand as much as knowledge. She hated to rely on instinct, but it helped to imagine the body transfer ritual. It was a very similar task. Then, the inside components; a balance of lines and curves, some simple and broad, some small and delicate. Finally, she was done.
Would it work? She didn't know. Would it work well? Certainly not -- even she could feel that she had made several minor mistakes in the more delicate components. She hadn't practised the glyph much, so she took this as more of a sign that her ability to discern glyphs was improving than a sign of failure at drawing them.
She glanced over her latest page of carefully scribed trigger glyphs. It was a start. Time to take a break. She didn't need one, but she'd decided to try to maintain some human habits in Zeltiva, and had no reason to go back on that decision. She turned left to get up,, and once again realised her mistake as she found herself staring at the wall.
Tsaba sighed, turned right, and stood up. She still wasn't used to her house. She kept moving like she was in her old dorm room, and while she'd tried to set up the house similarly, they weren't exactly the same. She was going to have to get used to it, to make it hers, to build memories and traverse it as if it were a part of her.
Tsaba smiled. No reason why a break couldn't still be constructive.
Focused entirely on her paper, Tsaba carefully outlined the 'skeleton' of her glyph; a hollow, open-ended Y shape made of three angles, like the points of arrowheads. It was a simplistic core, but the rest of the glyph was anything but simple. She added directional components, letting instinct guide her hand as much as knowledge. She hated to rely on instinct, but it helped to imagine the body transfer ritual. It was a very similar task. Then, the inside components; a balance of lines and curves, some simple and broad, some small and delicate. Finally, she was done.
Would it work? She didn't know. Would it work well? Certainly not -- even she could feel that she had made several minor mistakes in the more delicate components. She hadn't practised the glyph much, so she took this as more of a sign that her ability to discern glyphs was improving than a sign of failure at drawing them.
She glanced over her latest page of carefully scribed trigger glyphs. It was a start. Time to take a break. She didn't need one, but she'd decided to try to maintain some human habits in Zeltiva, and had no reason to go back on that decision. She turned left to get up,, and once again realised her mistake as she found herself staring at the wall.
Tsaba sighed, turned right, and stood up. She still wasn't used to her house. She kept moving like she was in her old dorm room, and while she'd tried to set up the house similarly, they weren't exactly the same. She was going to have to get used to it, to make it hers, to build memories and traverse it as if it were a part of her.
Tsaba smiled. No reason why a break couldn't still be constructive.
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