Frost, 1st. 120th
Studying. That's what this was. Practice and study. That's the only reason he could waste the first day of the season walking the roads. Boots pulled tight and stuffed with some extra fabric to keep the heat in place. Cloak wrapped around his body. The Orkhan was covered mostly from the neck down. Though his head remained uncovered aside from the hair on his head. The brightness of the clothing and roofs of buildings stood out more against the stale gray skies. Some had been calling for snow. Other's said that it wasn't cold enough.
But for Galius, it felt cold enough to freeze the blood in his veins. He wasn't a fan of the cold. Sweat was a product of hard work. Cold did nothing but shorten the daylight and make everyone miserable. Strolling to an open area, out of the way of the crowd as they moved by. Seeing the breath frost over in the air as it escaped his lips. His eyes darting from one person to the next. This was as good of a place as anywhere else.
Taking a deep breath before sighing. Taking a moment to relax before he began to focus. Focusing on himself. The area around him. His aether slowly extending out to feel his surroundings. The rune on his next pulsing slightly. The faint glow growing a bit stronger. The pale shaded eyes flittering open as he looked around at the crowd again. A faint glow to each person and thing around him. It was almost overwhelming.
But that was the point. He was here for practice. To try to push past what was around him and to focus more on what he wanted. Starting with the person closest to him. An older woman that was slowly making her way down the street. Doing his best to zone the rest of the clutter out. To ignore the surrounding area and focusing down on his chosen target.
And soon enough he could. Her aura was similar to that of many of the older people he had looked upon. A happiness to be alive. A warm feeling of getting to feel the sun on their skin again. But a hint of fear. A fear at what was inevitably coming? The end of their life maybe. Regardless of what it was. It was on many and stronger on those who should be closer to deaths door.
Death was meant to be feared and respected. It was the great unknown. But part of Galius longed for it. Not for death itself. But to understand it more. To be able to experience it and understand what it was about. And in turn what life was more about. As he studied the aura of the woman more. He began to slowly pick out more details.
Little details like breakfast. A sense of warmth, though not that of the sun. No this warmth was produced by people. Some would argue that it took years of training to get it absolutely right. The yellow aura that surrounded the older woman slowly turned orange. As this warmth spread more and more. Galius focusing on it. Figuring out everything that it could say.
Tea. Some sort of herbal mix. That was what was causing this aura. As the Orkhan focused on it. He could smell it. The faint aura of the different herbs. Apples and cinnamon were what called out to the Ork the most. The two scents paired well together. Or at least he believed so.
It was almost like he was remembering a cup that he had drunk not a few hours before. The faint residue of taste on his tongue. The feeling of warmth in his hands. It was relaxing in a way. Slowly letting the aura's fade from sight as the older woman continued on her way.
Galius stood for a moment. Just taking in what he had experienced. He had hints of something like that before. But he hadn't experience it in that degree. The smell was there, though faint. He could make out a bit more about it. More then one could without seeing it. It was something. Something to work on.
Without a teacher, Galius was set to just practice. To do what he knew he could do until he was perfect. To branch out slowly as he could. Trying to pick up little things like a cup of tea. The Ork was sure that a master would pick up these things with no issue. To pull whatever it was they needed from the aura. But there was something about focusing on the basics. An experience that one would one day take for granted was progress for the Ork now. And progress was all he needed.
But for Galius, it felt cold enough to freeze the blood in his veins. He wasn't a fan of the cold. Sweat was a product of hard work. Cold did nothing but shorten the daylight and make everyone miserable. Strolling to an open area, out of the way of the crowd as they moved by. Seeing the breath frost over in the air as it escaped his lips. His eyes darting from one person to the next. This was as good of a place as anywhere else.
Taking a deep breath before sighing. Taking a moment to relax before he began to focus. Focusing on himself. The area around him. His aether slowly extending out to feel his surroundings. The rune on his next pulsing slightly. The faint glow growing a bit stronger. The pale shaded eyes flittering open as he looked around at the crowd again. A faint glow to each person and thing around him. It was almost overwhelming.
But that was the point. He was here for practice. To try to push past what was around him and to focus more on what he wanted. Starting with the person closest to him. An older woman that was slowly making her way down the street. Doing his best to zone the rest of the clutter out. To ignore the surrounding area and focusing down on his chosen target.
And soon enough he could. Her aura was similar to that of many of the older people he had looked upon. A happiness to be alive. A warm feeling of getting to feel the sun on their skin again. But a hint of fear. A fear at what was inevitably coming? The end of their life maybe. Regardless of what it was. It was on many and stronger on those who should be closer to deaths door.
Death was meant to be feared and respected. It was the great unknown. But part of Galius longed for it. Not for death itself. But to understand it more. To be able to experience it and understand what it was about. And in turn what life was more about. As he studied the aura of the woman more. He began to slowly pick out more details.
Little details like breakfast. A sense of warmth, though not that of the sun. No this warmth was produced by people. Some would argue that it took years of training to get it absolutely right. The yellow aura that surrounded the older woman slowly turned orange. As this warmth spread more and more. Galius focusing on it. Figuring out everything that it could say.
Tea. Some sort of herbal mix. That was what was causing this aura. As the Orkhan focused on it. He could smell it. The faint aura of the different herbs. Apples and cinnamon were what called out to the Ork the most. The two scents paired well together. Or at least he believed so.
It was almost like he was remembering a cup that he had drunk not a few hours before. The faint residue of taste on his tongue. The feeling of warmth in his hands. It was relaxing in a way. Slowly letting the aura's fade from sight as the older woman continued on her way.
Galius stood for a moment. Just taking in what he had experienced. He had hints of something like that before. But he hadn't experience it in that degree. The smell was there, though faint. He could make out a bit more about it. More then one could without seeing it. It was something. Something to work on.
Without a teacher, Galius was set to just practice. To do what he knew he could do until he was perfect. To branch out slowly as he could. Trying to pick up little things like a cup of tea. The Ork was sure that a master would pick up these things with no issue. To pull whatever it was they needed from the aura. But there was something about focusing on the basics. An experience that one would one day take for granted was progress for the Ork now. And progress was all he needed.