Hadrian was not exactly pleased to be home visiting, but his father payed his bills at the University, so he was rather at his beck and call. All the same, he had come to the Stone Garden to escape, to meditate, and to practice his new, arcane skills, the which he wasn't very good at yet. He didn't like it when he wasn't good at things, but these personal disciplines were coming more slowly for him than his understanding of theoretical magics, such as magecrafting. He couldn't wait to assist a professor with something along those lines, because the University had the resources to produce such things.
But he sat on his bench, legs crossed under him, elbows on his knees, and his hands cupped. He was managing to hold the Auristic spectrum in his vision while producing a bit of res, but he wasn't sure if the res was really faint or if his beginner's Vision was just not tuned correctly. Or maybe he was just crap at magic. That was possible too. He sighed, the surface of his res rippling like water, and then it was water, but he hadn't even meant to let it transmute yet.
As he began to curse, there was a flash out of the corner of his eye that nearly blinded him, at least on a magical level. He blinked dazedly, but when his Auristics receded -- it was so difficult to manage it at the best of times, but impossible when his concentration was shot -- he found that he was a little disoriented, but his vision was unimpaired. He glanced to the side, saw an old acquaintance drop ice to the ground. But it was Spring and there was no more ice to be had except in the deep, cold larders of the Knights, no doubt.
"Kye?" he asked, getting up and walking over. "The hell are you doing?" |