The Light that Guides

[Thimryl]

4th of Glade, Year 125, A.o.S

➸ Delight and excitement filled Thimryl as he watched Arcas work. To think of all his luck, he was getting instruction from the son of Pater Eikaen. It was a dream come true, probably the best day of his life, next to having that conversation with Prince Rhydian. The course that formed before him was something he wished he could duplicate, but could only marvel at its simplicity, and upon hearing the task set before him, he mustered up all the courage he had not to disappoint.

Hearing Arcas's advice, he did just that, moving to stand aligned to the first watery dome. Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind, centering himself and opening his awareness to the slipspace. It took some time, but he was able to align himself with the pathway to the mote, finding the space just above it as a good landing point. His aether flowed along that pathway to ensure an easy and waterproof blink into the dome. With a deep breath, his eyes shot open and he sprinted for it, blinking as he leaped from the lake edge.

It was like being thrust by a trebuchet straight ahead, and as he passed through the brief portal found himself above the mote of light. Collecting himself, he ensured he didnt fall off by grasping it with both his hands to stabilize himself. Shock and excitement filled him as he looked to the demigod with a big childlike smile. One down and six more to go. Not allowing his excitement to overtake him, he focused once again, clearing his mind as he connected to the next pathway, aiming for the mote of light and not just getting through the barrier.

This was working for him, recognizing the pathways and attuning to their aetheric signature, at least up until the last one, as he blinked just short of the mote of light, almost falling before blinking again and finding himself clinging to the edge of the ball of light. "Not as easy as I thought it was, I still got work to do." he noted, pulling himself up. ➸

"Common Speech"
"Mythrasi Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"

[Talon]

T A L O N

Talon watched as Thimryl blinked after taking a running start in order to find his footing. Through the lens of his Semblance, he could see the young man aligning the spatial pathways, getting himself properly angled and then propelling himself through the Slipspace in order to reach the mote of light through the dome of water. When Thimryl smiled, Talon inclined his head.

“Not bad.” He spread his wings, the feathers capturing the light momentarily before he gave them a solid flap. The air in the area began to feel as though it were filled with a slight tingling. Talon expanded his senses, tapping into his Aether Sight via Kinetics. He sent small pulses of vibrations outwards. Those kinetic vibrations rippled along the aetheric pathways in the area. Not enough to cause any real harm but enough to force anyone attempting to use Traversion in the area to concentrate just a bit harder.

The effect would come across as a small buzzing along the surface of Thimryl's skin, almost like ants occasionally skittering across his body.

“You will need to concentrate. Properly align yourself with your intended trajectory. Quiet the noise of the world around you. Then will you be able to step from where you are to where you wish to be.” The motes of light continued to sparkle gently within the domes of water that contained them. Talon motioned to the other motes that awaited Thimryl.

“Keep going. The more you attune yourself to the flow of aether around you and are able to hone in on your goal, the easier it will become to teleport.”

[Thimryl]

4th of Glade, Year 125, A.o.S

➸ He would feel the sensation of insects on his skin as Arcas spoke, instructing him to continue to focus on the pathways, to quiet the noise and sensations around him. Nodding, he closed his eyes, continuing to open himself up to the pathways around him and the motes of light. The buzzing and skittering across his skin was annoying to say the least, but he suffered through it if not to prove he could follow directions. Concentrating heavily on the path in front of him, he locked onto the closest one to him and leaped.

In the next moment, he was blinked into the mote of water, finding his balance on the orb of light. "Ok, can't rush through this, gotta take my time." he reminded himself. He focused on how to best align with the pathways to make it an easier process. He found it felt almost like soaring through the air, like a raven. That's how he felt, like having wings and soaring through the air as he blinked to the next mote. It was a slow and steady pace as he blinked from mote to mote, but eventually he cleared the majority of the ones that were left. Only three remained now, and he was getting the hang of it more and more.

Aligning the aetheric pathways felt somewhat similar to calling up his pact weapon. Looking at the remaining motes, he focused on their pathway, locking onto it and leaping. In a single breath, he was standing on it, still dry but definitely tired from the aether expediture. He didnt want to give up though; he wanted to prove he could do it. ➸

"Common Speech"
"Mythrasi Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"