Timestamp: 38th of Summer, AV 504 |
"Eldon! Focus!" Eldon's eyes snapped back to life as his father, quite literally, screamed in his ear. The young shirtless Drykas looked up at his father, startled as he was woken from his cozy daydreaming. "Eldon, stop looking at those girls and get to work. It's dry, we've got barrels to fill. Get to work." Eldon was stunned, either from the daydreaming, as he still wasn't sure he was really doing. He shook his head in disbelief as he looked away, and sure enough, there were three girls staring at him, giggling at what his father had said, giggling at the eighteen year old shirtless, just giggling because they were typical girls giggling about typical girl things. "I wasn't staring at those girls." Eldon tried to defend himself, but there was no strength behind his word, and his father's serious glance only told him he was neither convinced nor amused at his weak attempt to justify himself. The younger Sunkiss had to look away from his father, his eyes peering into the empty barrel resting in between his legs. He frowned. "Get to work, son." Eldon grumbled unhappily, something about the sun being absolutely scorching and miserable, the air itself was windy, but so dry and warm that it almost made things worse for the working Drykas. Uncomfortable conditions always tended to make his mind wander more easily, and the difficulties of reimancy to be more difficult to hurdle. He glanced next to him to see the expert filling up a barrel with ease, there was no telling how long his father had been doing this. In attempt to mimic his old man, Eldon shoved his hands into the barrel and began to focus. Focus was the difficult part for Eldon. His father had always told him that everyone that uses a personal or world magic had issues of their owns. Some had difficulty with the entire processes, some had a single part they got stuck on. Being as young and fresh as he was, he knew not of his limits, nor did he believe he had any. He felt the pull of res throughout his body as it the strange magical essence itself was pulling the very blood in his vein in a single directions. It had felt like some sort of vortex, or two actually, drawing everything from inside his body to the palms, the fingers of his hands, and left only a cold numbing sensation throughout the core of his body. This was riemancy, Eldon was a Sapphire Clansman, a thought that made him smile as he worked. The rest of the world had grown silent around him, the giggling girls' voices faded into nothing but the breeze beating against his freshly trimmed face, his own father, the rest of Endrykas, all seemed to fade into black, complete darkness as he was alone with the Barrel in front of him, filling up the container with ease. |