As Clyde began to explain the first steps of how most magic was conducted, Sayana chose to take a seat next to him on the small cot. For a few moments she looked at her reflection in the mirror as she listened to his words, then absently brushed a few locks of hair from her face. She twisted the mirror slightly in her grip, and she managed to catch sight of Clyde’s face in the small device.
“Gestures? Is that what you’re doing when you’re stroking your staff?” Her remark had been genuine and inquisitive, but after two ticks her choice of wording struck home. An uncontrollable smile burst upon her face, and she had to raise her hand to her mouth to stifle any audible laughter.
“I meant no offence Clyde. Truly, honestly.” Sayana quickly apologized, whether he would understand the source of her apology or not.
“Gestures, right, gestures. I will think of one.” She breathed in and out through her nose as she regained her focus on the lesson.
Any sort of concentration with a calm mind was made six times as hard as she listened to his explanations. When he mentioned overgiving, at first a frown crossed her face and then her a wave of understanding hit her. It made sense, and she had encountered the concept before, but she hadn’t specifically heard the terminology. Or else it had been so long ago and in such casual passing that she hadn’t recalled it.
In comparison to her previous magic ‘teachers’, Clyde was by far the most thorough. Terms like world magic versus personal magic versus gnosis flowed from his lips in clear explanation. She might not grasp it all in one sitting but she would most likely recall the terms if mentioned a second time.
Sayana nodded with unspoken permission for him to draw the glyph. She sat still as she watched in the mirror as the symbol of the sun was painted on her forehead.
“Syna for sight, joy and laughter… My mother named me after her.” Sayana spoke as he finished the image.
She glanced over at the mage and caught sight of the long blue piece of wood. Pursing her lips tightly, she looked away and tried to keep the smile off her face. Instead she looked in the mirror again and momentarily closed her eyes to regain her self-control. As she opened her eyes, she stared into her reflection, meeting her own gaze. Then recalling his instruction to use a gesture, she kissed the tips of her fingers and blew softly. Surprisingly, it acted as an amazing focal point and with hardly a thought she summoned a calming feeling to engage her djed. When she blew a second kiss, she gazed deeply into her own eyes and allowed the slow release of magic to bring calm and soothing thoughts.
Truthfully, she had rarely ever utilized hypnotism on herself. Although, with the mirror it was rather fitting and it had actually been her very first use of the magic, or magic in general. While one might argue that one can’t truly hypnotize oneself, just like one can’t tickle oneself, it was as it was.
Regardless, she felt calmer and more focused. The Eypharian held up the mirror and with a frown she used her high hands to take off her silver necklace. She also took a moment to remove her boots, but nothing more. If one looked carefully at her upper chest, one might notice three white scars forming an ‘X’-like shape.
Now she was ready to begin. She focused hard on her reflection and tried to clear her mind. But when she thought about using the gesture, it suddenly didn’t feel right at all. It was certainly not a gesture that was easily sustained without being utterly ridiculous. She felt the fingers of her low hand tapping lightly against her leg but as soon as she noticed it, she squashed the movement.
The Eypharian was about to close her eyes and refocus, when she caught sight of the sun glyph upon her forehead. Whether or not it was an intentional source of inspiration on the mage’s part, she held her mid hands at a comfortable height while slowly tracing a circle in her right palm. With her high hand, she held the mirror aloft and gazed into the glyph. Tracing around and around, she could feel the light touch of her finger as she focused on image of Syna. She was starting to feel that she was getting closer and closer until…
Sayana inhaled sharply and completely abandoned what she was doing. At the same time she abandoned the mirror and had it pointed down and in her lap.
“Clyde, you’re sitting right next to me,” she spoke in a hasty voice, as if stating the obvious had some sort of profound meaning.
Her heart pumping quickly in her chest and if the mage didn’t catch on right away, she would start to explain but in a fragmented sort of way.
“I can’t. Not right here with you right there. You could leave the room. I could leave the room. But if I see, if I sense your aura…”By now she hoped he understood. Although if he suggested that she merely look in a different direction, she would stubbornly attest that she couldn’t, or couldn’t be sure, or might make a mistake.
Credit: Shimoje