by Seidaku on June 23rd, 2011, 8:04 pm
"Oh, umm, yes," Seidaku stammered as Vhanet slipped easily out of his embrace. After a nervous cough, he managed, "Yes, it can, umm, require a bit of focus. Especially, umm, when you are first starting out."
"Don't worry, though," he said with an encouraging smile, taking a step back to give her the space to settle in, "After the first time, it gets easier." His eyes popped wide and he blushed crimson as he realized what he had said, "The Voiding, that is. The Voiding will get easier... after the first time, umm, when you create a portal. It is not as, well, not as hard as when you first start. It, umm, it gets easier."
As Vhanet sank lithely to the ground and made herself comfortable, Seidaku gave a soft, embarassed sigh and made his way the short distance across the room to his work desk. Arranging the chair to keep an eye on Vhanet's progress - his lesson with Wrenmae had taught him that progress could happen shockingly quickly - he sat down and pulled a sheet of parchment and his quill and ink nearer to him so he could write.
For over a chime, he just stared at the parchment, unable to focus as he berated himself for making a fool out of himself. Vhanet was a stranger in the city and here he was, all but forcing himself on her. He shook his head, amazed anew at the fact that she had seen him in the library and wanted to approach him.
At that last thought, his anxiety receded and his pen began to scratch across the parchment.
Natural Nothingness: Non-Magical Void Portals in Mizahar
The art of Voiding allows a mage to use their Djed to manipulate the matter of the world, pushing matter away from a point until a natural Void is achieved. When this is accomplished, a portal into the Void forms. Therefore, it stands to reason that, if one could-
The work was slower going than normal, due in large part to the fact that more than once he had found himself idly contemplating Vhanet as she meditated. She really was quite beautiful, sun-kissed skin and exotically formed features. Every time he found himself staring, he would give himself a shake and return his focus to his writing, only to find himself a few chimes later, watching Vhanet breathe, the rise and fall of her chest, the flare of her nostrils, the way her lips parted slightly when she- he gave himself another shake and turned back to his writing.