Since the seasonal meeting of the Meraki Wa'djinnabi had a thought in his mind that would not go away. It seemed there were multiple people at the tower that had some sort of magic that expanded one's sight. Perhaps he should have said something, perhaps he should have asked about it, but the only thought he had at the time was getting to bed. This idea of a visual magic took hold of the alchemist's mind and grew, it mutated and transmuted into something he had to explore.
Djinn had just finished up his work in the field when he made the snap decision to go ponder the topic and maybe do some experiments. The choice of where to go was not difficult, what he needed was a quiet place without a lot of distractions and that would let his mind wander down the paths he needed. He could have used work to stimulate his mind, he even got much of his best thinking done while doing it, but in this case he felt that magic required more immediate focus. So Djinn made his way from the tower and down the path to the ocean. To one side was the docks, which seemed to be empty of the wandering svefra and to another a firepit that overlooked the bay in all it's glory. In the distance Djinn often thought he made out Zeltiva as a small dot on the other side of the bay.
The eypharian carried with him a branch, something he could doodle in the sand as he made his way down to the fire pit. The air was cooling with the end of the day and it might be a good idea to make a fire, especially when the sun set. Doing so would likely attract company, which he hoped would mean that he had figured out what he set out to think about. He took the time to gather firewood, that is, he gathered up deadwood and driftwood from the edge of the wilderness and across the beach. It would have been better to use actual chopped wood, but he did not want to exhaust the stores of wood the meraki might use nor chop more for what amounted to a meditation session.
Actually lighting the fire was accomplished through retreating back to the tower and borrowing a lantern and a burning rush. With the fire starting to lick the sides of the tough wood he had gathered Djinn settled on one of the logs. It was nice. There was a breeze coming off the bay that tugged on the sleeves of his simple clothes, an increasingly warm fire, and the soft roar of the sea as it fought the edges of the land to a stalemate. His mind started to wander as he thought about the problem. He needed to... see. Not just what was real but the unreal. He should have brought his alchemy circle, perhaps the length of djedwire could have provided insight. Djinn idly used his stick to draw in the sand, the stuff got in his boot and socks and seemed to want to stick with him like burs in his pants.
He closed his eyes and thought of himself like a circle, one of his gates that he used to transmute material. The thing was that he couldn't simply cycle djed around himself like he would an alchemy circle, the body was far more complicated and he didn't think he could provide that sort of control over himself even if he could. He opened his eyes and stared into the fire. Fire was a kind of magic it seemed, it danced its flickering dance as he consumed the wood. His eyes unfocused as he let the warm glare fuzz into yellows and oranges. That was what this was about wasn't it? He needed to see, to focus in on something, or perhaps unfocus until he could see that which was hidden or obscured. He tried to keep his eyes unfocused as he looked down at the stick he had found. It was nothing special, what could possibly be hidden about it? What could he could he see about this stick. What did he know about it?
It was a nobbly thing, that much he could obviously see. It bent like a crooked finger and narrowed to a point with many lumps that probably had been other growths. They were gone now, but it at one time had been a branch with many shoots coming off of it. He wondered why those shoots where gone, perhaps they were too green and when the branch fell off they withered away and left only this part of the branch? Probably. He could almost imagine it, not as imagines but as words of a story written down the branch that seemed to expand in his mind to reveal more words to the story. He tried to... unfocus more? He tried to truly let his sight expand, beyond what he could see or feel. He tried to let the stories of the world engulf him. His focus was broken as a sea bird flew by, squawking and complaining as he went. His eyes focused on the bird and scowled. He thought he had something there, just out of reach. Some sort of insight into Seeing.
My words
Their words
Djinn had just finished up his work in the field when he made the snap decision to go ponder the topic and maybe do some experiments. The choice of where to go was not difficult, what he needed was a quiet place without a lot of distractions and that would let his mind wander down the paths he needed. He could have used work to stimulate his mind, he even got much of his best thinking done while doing it, but in this case he felt that magic required more immediate focus. So Djinn made his way from the tower and down the path to the ocean. To one side was the docks, which seemed to be empty of the wandering svefra and to another a firepit that overlooked the bay in all it's glory. In the distance Djinn often thought he made out Zeltiva as a small dot on the other side of the bay.
The eypharian carried with him a branch, something he could doodle in the sand as he made his way down to the fire pit. The air was cooling with the end of the day and it might be a good idea to make a fire, especially when the sun set. Doing so would likely attract company, which he hoped would mean that he had figured out what he set out to think about. He took the time to gather firewood, that is, he gathered up deadwood and driftwood from the edge of the wilderness and across the beach. It would have been better to use actual chopped wood, but he did not want to exhaust the stores of wood the meraki might use nor chop more for what amounted to a meditation session.
Actually lighting the fire was accomplished through retreating back to the tower and borrowing a lantern and a burning rush. With the fire starting to lick the sides of the tough wood he had gathered Djinn settled on one of the logs. It was nice. There was a breeze coming off the bay that tugged on the sleeves of his simple clothes, an increasingly warm fire, and the soft roar of the sea as it fought the edges of the land to a stalemate. His mind started to wander as he thought about the problem. He needed to... see. Not just what was real but the unreal. He should have brought his alchemy circle, perhaps the length of djedwire could have provided insight. Djinn idly used his stick to draw in the sand, the stuff got in his boot and socks and seemed to want to stick with him like burs in his pants.
He closed his eyes and thought of himself like a circle, one of his gates that he used to transmute material. The thing was that he couldn't simply cycle djed around himself like he would an alchemy circle, the body was far more complicated and he didn't think he could provide that sort of control over himself even if he could. He opened his eyes and stared into the fire. Fire was a kind of magic it seemed, it danced its flickering dance as he consumed the wood. His eyes unfocused as he let the warm glare fuzz into yellows and oranges. That was what this was about wasn't it? He needed to see, to focus in on something, or perhaps unfocus until he could see that which was hidden or obscured. He tried to keep his eyes unfocused as he looked down at the stick he had found. It was nothing special, what could possibly be hidden about it? What could he could he see about this stick. What did he know about it?
It was a nobbly thing, that much he could obviously see. It bent like a crooked finger and narrowed to a point with many lumps that probably had been other growths. They were gone now, but it at one time had been a branch with many shoots coming off of it. He wondered why those shoots where gone, perhaps they were too green and when the branch fell off they withered away and left only this part of the branch? Probably. He could almost imagine it, not as imagines but as words of a story written down the branch that seemed to expand in his mind to reveal more words to the story. He tried to... unfocus more? He tried to truly let his sight expand, beyond what he could see or feel. He tried to let the stories of the world engulf him. His focus was broken as a sea bird flew by, squawking and complaining as he went. His eyes focused on the bird and scowled. He thought he had something there, just out of reach. Some sort of insight into Seeing.
My words
Their words
