Xira’s reaction to the protection offered by the Shield was entertaining to say the least. Watching the man stare at the window slack jawed brought a chuckle to Aoren’s throat. He folded his arms over his chest waiting for the man to take up his seat. As Xira repeated the thoughts to himself the Drykas man inclined his head. Aoren watched Xira focus. He drew upon his own magic to inspect the courier’s aura carefully that he might be able to offer a critique of sorts. He watched the aura ripple and shift as Xira drew upon his own magic. The ripple appeared almost sluggish as if the piece of himself that Xira was drawing upon did not want to obey the command it was being given. A familiarity ghosted across Aoren’s consciousness as he studied the bit of djed that formed in Xira’s hands. The feel of it was something he knew on an instinctual level, res. Mentally, Aoren made a note of how that bit of information felt to him even as he answered Xira’s question.
“A Shield is djed pushed outside of the body. It is not initially given purpose other than to exist as raw djed in the environment. It is in the constructing of your Shield that you task it with a measure of protection. You are essentially just building a wall of djed instilled with the idea that it should stand firm against something that touches it.” While Aoren knew there was more to it than that he was doing his best to convey what he knew in terms Xira might understand. Compared to Reimancy where the binding of elements was almost primal in nature, Shielding took a little more abstract thought.
“Something you must remember though is that a Shield must be anchored to something. For instance, if you are going to Shield a window, you build the Shield directly on the window. The same goes for other objects.” Through Xira’s aura, Aoren could perceive tendrils of curiosity mixed with frustration ebbing in and out of balance. It reminded the Drykas man of how much he had initially struggled to grasp some of the more subtle nuances of different magic. Reimancy came to him as easily as breathing. The same still couldn’t be said for several of the disciplines that he practiced but they grew more familiar with time.
“Every Shielder can see Shields equal to their own in strength or lesser. However, there are means of seeing Shields even without knowing the magic yourself.” Aoren did not specify the method to which he was referring. He would not lie if he was asked directly but he was necessarily going to offer that information unbidden.
“Breathe, Xira. In order to create a Shield, understand their purpose. More specifically, understand the purpose that you would give to them. With your Reimancy, you wield Earth because you understand it. It resonates with you. The same can be said of Shields. Find your means of understanding what a Shield is. I can teach you the principles of what a Shield can do. Only you can find it within yourself to build one.”
It was the nature of Personal Magic. The disciplines were referred to as such because they drew upon the djed of the self as opposed to the djed of that which is used to perform the magic. Thus it was up to each individual wizard to determine how they resonated with the discipline in question. For all of them it was different. Aoren looked a little deeper into Xira’s aura. He dug through the layers to watch closely as the man reached for that part of himself that made the most sense.
“Think. They are woven to protect. They are put in place to defend. Feel for your djed and stir that understanding into motion. You can cast your Shield in whatever manner makes sense to you. When I initially began creating Shield, I used a paint brush and painted my djed onto objects. As I grew familiar with the discipline I no longer needed to rely on that method.”
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“A Shield is djed pushed outside of the body. It is not initially given purpose other than to exist as raw djed in the environment. It is in the constructing of your Shield that you task it with a measure of protection. You are essentially just building a wall of djed instilled with the idea that it should stand firm against something that touches it.” While Aoren knew there was more to it than that he was doing his best to convey what he knew in terms Xira might understand. Compared to Reimancy where the binding of elements was almost primal in nature, Shielding took a little more abstract thought.
“Something you must remember though is that a Shield must be anchored to something. For instance, if you are going to Shield a window, you build the Shield directly on the window. The same goes for other objects.” Through Xira’s aura, Aoren could perceive tendrils of curiosity mixed with frustration ebbing in and out of balance. It reminded the Drykas man of how much he had initially struggled to grasp some of the more subtle nuances of different magic. Reimancy came to him as easily as breathing. The same still couldn’t be said for several of the disciplines that he practiced but they grew more familiar with time.
“Every Shielder can see Shields equal to their own in strength or lesser. However, there are means of seeing Shields even without knowing the magic yourself.” Aoren did not specify the method to which he was referring. He would not lie if he was asked directly but he was necessarily going to offer that information unbidden.
“Breathe, Xira. In order to create a Shield, understand their purpose. More specifically, understand the purpose that you would give to them. With your Reimancy, you wield Earth because you understand it. It resonates with you. The same can be said of Shields. Find your means of understanding what a Shield is. I can teach you the principles of what a Shield can do. Only you can find it within yourself to build one.”
It was the nature of Personal Magic. The disciplines were referred to as such because they drew upon the djed of the self as opposed to the djed of that which is used to perform the magic. Thus it was up to each individual wizard to determine how they resonated with the discipline in question. For all of them it was different. Aoren looked a little deeper into Xira’s aura. He dug through the layers to watch closely as the man reached for that part of himself that made the most sense.
“Think. They are woven to protect. They are put in place to defend. Feel for your djed and stir that understanding into motion. You can cast your Shield in whatever manner makes sense to you. When I initially began creating Shield, I used a paint brush and painted my djed onto objects. As I grew familiar with the discipline I no longer needed to rely on that method.”
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