‘‘Spring 20, 514 A.V.’’
In the early morning hour—Xen sat quietly in the Red Room, waiting for someone to ask for his services. He had awakened from a good and long slumber not too long ago and was ready to start his first day on the job right. Xen observes the luminescent red stone room, its glow still fascinating him even now. He stands to his feet and checks the massage beds: one was dry and comfortable while the other felt slightly damp. Xen did not want to waste towels on the moist table and thought of another solution to his problem—reimancy.
He concentrates on his inner djed, allowing his desire to flow into the energy that made up and sustained his life. Xen then brings his focus to the palm of his left hand and guides the djed to it. He was able to maintain his concentration even after the djed reaches his palm: a feat he struggled with before. Xen felt a sensation akin to static upon his skin. He could feel the flow of djed within his body, waiting for a command.
Xen then places his sights on the water coating the massage bed with res levitating over the palm of his hand. He attracts the element to his res and watches as fine droplets of water float towards the palm of his hand. Xen watches as the water encircles his hand and mixes with the res he held within his grasp. Reimancy was amazing to him. It allowed him to perform many miraculous deeds. He could make water levitate in the air and touch it without the worry of it slipping through his fingers. Xen then casts the water he collected from the bed onto the floor and was done.
The art of magic was amazing and if he was only scratching the surface, would he be capable of moving oceans later on? Xen was in awe at the thought and almost loses his train of thought for a moment. He glides his free hand along the massage bed. Xen could feel only partial dryness and believes that what he had done was enough to help it dry completely. He checks the rest of the Red Room, making sure that everything was in order. The place was flawless, as expected of Kihlissorayls and her weird habit for perfection.
Xen turns around to notice a big female constrictor slithering into the Red Room. She had an odd color to her. Xen hadn’t seen this kind of constrictor before, carrying bright patches of banana yellow with just a dash of pink on her scales. The oddest thing was that she was in snake form and avoids making eye contact with him. Xen brushes the constrictors weirdness to the side and helps her onto the massage table.
‘‘My name iss Ksssen. I will be your massseusse and how may I asssist you thisss fine morning?’’
Xen spoke with a calm and smooth tone of voice. He was trying to make his customer, the female constrictor, comfortable with his presence. Xen stood next to the constrictor, patiently awaiting her response and notices that she wasn’t as responsive as he thought she would be. He walks around the table to see what had her attention but she turns her head away from him again. Xen began to smile: he could tell that she was too shy to admit what she wanted, reminding him of a certain hot-headed viper.
‘‘I’ll be over here, if you need ssomething—call me.’’
Xen finishes his sentence with a polite smile and walks over to the other massage bed. He had forgotten to fix the sheets! Xen folds the upper part of the sheet and flattens it along the bed. He makes sure that the cloth was aligned perfectly with the table and fistpumps in success.
In the early morning hour—Xen sat quietly in the Red Room, waiting for someone to ask for his services. He had awakened from a good and long slumber not too long ago and was ready to start his first day on the job right. Xen observes the luminescent red stone room, its glow still fascinating him even now. He stands to his feet and checks the massage beds: one was dry and comfortable while the other felt slightly damp. Xen did not want to waste towels on the moist table and thought of another solution to his problem—reimancy.
He concentrates on his inner djed, allowing his desire to flow into the energy that made up and sustained his life. Xen then brings his focus to the palm of his left hand and guides the djed to it. He was able to maintain his concentration even after the djed reaches his palm: a feat he struggled with before. Xen felt a sensation akin to static upon his skin. He could feel the flow of djed within his body, waiting for a command.
Xen then places his sights on the water coating the massage bed with res levitating over the palm of his hand. He attracts the element to his res and watches as fine droplets of water float towards the palm of his hand. Xen watches as the water encircles his hand and mixes with the res he held within his grasp. Reimancy was amazing to him. It allowed him to perform many miraculous deeds. He could make water levitate in the air and touch it without the worry of it slipping through his fingers. Xen then casts the water he collected from the bed onto the floor and was done.
The art of magic was amazing and if he was only scratching the surface, would he be capable of moving oceans later on? Xen was in awe at the thought and almost loses his train of thought for a moment. He glides his free hand along the massage bed. Xen could feel only partial dryness and believes that what he had done was enough to help it dry completely. He checks the rest of the Red Room, making sure that everything was in order. The place was flawless, as expected of Kihlissorayls and her weird habit for perfection.
Xen turns around to notice a big female constrictor slithering into the Red Room. She had an odd color to her. Xen hadn’t seen this kind of constrictor before, carrying bright patches of banana yellow with just a dash of pink on her scales. The oddest thing was that she was in snake form and avoids making eye contact with him. Xen brushes the constrictors weirdness to the side and helps her onto the massage table.
‘‘My name iss Ksssen. I will be your massseusse and how may I asssist you thisss fine morning?’’
Xen spoke with a calm and smooth tone of voice. He was trying to make his customer, the female constrictor, comfortable with his presence. Xen stood next to the constrictor, patiently awaiting her response and notices that she wasn’t as responsive as he thought she would be. He walks around the table to see what had her attention but she turns her head away from him again. Xen began to smile: he could tell that she was too shy to admit what she wanted, reminding him of a certain hot-headed viper.
‘‘I’ll be over here, if you need ssomething—call me.’’
Xen finishes his sentence with a polite smile and walks over to the other massage bed. He had forgotten to fix the sheets! Xen folds the upper part of the sheet and flattens it along the bed. He makes sure that the cloth was aligned perfectly with the table and fistpumps in success.