Seidaku's enthusiasm returned quickly at the oportunity to not only practice Voiding, but also to have a chance to witness a performance of Reimancy up close. "That is perfect," he said, following Vhanet's gesture to the secluded glade and bench within, "If you prefer, you can take a seat. I need a moment to gather my concentration before I begin."
Without waiting to see if Vhanet moved to the bench or not, Seidaku lowered himself to the grass, pleased to see that it was grass this time, and not delicate carvings of glass or miniature serpents. Crossing his legs, he patted at his pockets and realized then that he had left his inks at home before he went to the Sunken Conundrum. With a shrug, he placed his hands on his knees and closed his eyes. He had created portals without Glyphs before, but they definitely sped the process. Still, he had no need for a huge portal, just enough for a demonstration.
He took a deep breath, held it, and then released, allowing himself to flow out with the breath. All of his concern that this would not work, all of his embarassment from earlier, all of his excitement at the prospect of learning left him with the breath. Empty within, empty without.
With his eyes still closed, he visualized the flows of his Djed, flowing through the channels that the Glyphs would have created, flowing out of his body in his breaths to gather invisibly in the air before him, swirling slowly. For long moments, nothing happened, but then wisps of shadow began to swirl in the air a foot in front of his closed eyes.
The motes of darkness began to spiral more swiftly as they closed with eachother, until they were difficult to follow, seeming to slip in and out of view despite being less than a hand's breadth apart. In the space between one breath and the next, the motes bled together and bore a hole through existence to the Other Side.
When he opened his eyes, there was a ragged vertical spiral of perfect blackness a foot across swirling slowly before him. There was a soft whisper as air passed from this side, into the Void. It was enough to create a soft breeze, but not enough to pose a threat to the two of them.
Seidaku looked at Vhanet over his shoulder with a grin that split his face, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"