Hitchin'
Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2023 2:17 pm
Frost 24 122
Garr sat at his desk, poring over the thick leather-bound tome in front of him. He had barely slept the night before, his mind racing with excitement over the progress he had made with his Blink ability. But now, he had to focus on studying to perform a new technique: Hitch. He flipped through the pages, scanning the diagrams and descriptions of how the technique worked. He could feel his excitement dampening as he read about the intricacies of it.
It was clear that Hitch was not an ability to be taken lightly. Garr took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He reminded himself that he had come this far, and he wasn't going to give up now. He spent the next hour reading through the pages, absorbing as much information as he could, determined to be prepared for class. As he closed the book, he felt a newfound sense of confidence. He was ready to take on the challenge of learning Hitch, and he was determined to master it, no matter what obstacles he may face along the way.
It wasn’t long before breakfast time came along. Garr sat at the table, picking at his food as he listened to his brother and father discuss business. He was still thinking about the Traversion and trying to remember all the details from the book he had read that morning. His brother was telling their father about how he had recently reorganized his slaver business and how it had helped improve productivity. "It's amazing how much a clean and organized workplace can do," his brother said, taking a sip of his tea.
"Customers are happier and the slaves are healthier. It also makes it easier to keep track of inventory." Garr's father nodded thoughtfully, taking a bite of his breakfast. "Yes, cleanliness is important in any business," he said. "It shows that you take pride in what you do and that you respect your customers and employees." Garr couldn't help but think about how messy his own room was and how it could potentially reflect poorly on him if he were to start his own business. He made a mental note to start cleaning more regularly and take pride in his work, just like his brother.
Garr arrived at school early in the morning, eager to get to his class. He joined the other students in the wide open class room, where the instructor explained the mechanics of the ability. Garr listened attentively, but he found it difficult to grasp the concept. The instructor noticed Garr's confusion and approached him.
"Is everything alright, Garr?" she asked. She knew Garr usually had trouble with Traversion magic. From past lessons she could recall him asking a lot of questions and handing in poorly written essays.
"I'm not sure if I fully understand how to actually use the Hitch ability," Garr replied.
The instructor smiled. "It's okay. It takes time to get the hang of it. Let me show you."
She described how to align the spatial pathways between herself and an object, and pointed to a wooden ball on her desk. She then caused it to disappear and reappear in her hand. Garr watched closely, but he still didn't quite understand.
Garr felt a twinge of frustration as he stared at the wooden ball in his teacher's hand. He had been practicing his Hitch ability for weeks now, but it still wasn't coming easily to him. As he looked around the classroom, he noticed that his instructor had set up a series of obstacles around the room. There were wooden boxes stacked on top of each other, chairs turned upside down, and even a few swords and shields leaning against the wall. Garr frowned and focused on using Hitch to move the wooden ball from his teacher’s hand to his own, but nothing happened. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, picturing the path he wanted the ball to take, but still, nothing. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he concentrated harder, feeling the weight of his own frustration building inside him.
Still, nothing.
The instructor watched as he struggled to execute the Hitch ability. She could see the frustration on his face as he tried and failed to align the spatial pathways between himself and the wooden ball. She walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Garr," she said in a calming tone, "I can see that you're struggling. But it's important to remember that Hitch requires quickness and precision. If you're not able to align the spatial pathways between yourself and the object fast enough, the technique simply won't work."
Garr nodded, absorbing her words. "I understand," he replied, his voice reflecting a sense of defeat.
The instructor took a deep breath and then held out the wooden ball in front of Garr. "Watch carefully," she said, and then demonstrated the technique. In a swift motion, she aligned the spatial pathways, creating a minute portal through which the ball entered and then exited at a point that was also within her field of view. The ball appeared to vanish from her hand, only to reappear in her other hand in an instant.
"See how quickly I did that?" she said, holding out the ball again. "Now it's your turn. Focus, align the pathways, and make the ball disappear."
Garr took a deep breath and concentrated on the wooden ball in front of him. He tried to visualize the spatial pathways, imagining them aligning and creating a portal through which the ball could pass. He made a small hand motion, attempting to align the pathways. But nothing happened.
The instructor sighed, but did not seem surprised. "Again, Garr. You can do this. Just remember to be quick and precise."
Garr nodded and tried again, repeating the same motion. But again, nothing happened. He could feel the frustration building up inside him, but he tried to stay calm and focused. He made another attempt, but still couldn't seem to align the pathways quickly enough.
The instructor could see that Garr was struggling, but she remained patient. "Keep trying, Garr. It takes time and practice to master this technique. Don't get discouraged."
Garr took a deep breath and tried once more. He focused intensely on the wooden ball, visualizing the spatial pathways and imagining them aligning. And then, to his amazement, the ball disappeared from the instructor's hand and reappeared in his own. He looked up at the instructor with a look of triumph on his face, and she smiled at him.
"Congratulations, Garr. You did it. Remember this feeling, and let it motivate you to keep practicing and improving. And remember, you must have vision of the object and where you want it to go. If you don’t, then you’re just asking to mess up."
Garr felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He knew that he had a long way to go before he could master Hitch, but he was determined to keep working at it.
Garr's determination kicked in as he practiced over and over again. He focused on his spatial awareness and the speed with which he aligned the pathways, remembering the instructor's advice. He started with small wooden balls, making sure to move them with ease from one hand to another. Then he moved on to books, ensuring that he could move them quickly and accurately. It wasn't easy, and he struggled with larger objects like shoes, but he refused to give up. He continued to practice until he felt confident that he could transport objects of various sizes and weights with ease. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he concentrated on the task at hand, his muscles tense with the effort. Finally, he was satisfied with his progress and smiled to himself.
Garr entered his small living space, sweat beading on his forehead and back from the long day of training. He could feel the heat emanating from the walls of the underground city, a constant reminder of the harsh and unforgiving environment in which he lived. As he approached the estate’s bathing chamber, he saw that it was unoccupied, a welcome relief to his tired body. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shallow pool, feeling the coolness of the water envelop his body. He let out a deep sigh of relief as he submerged himself, feeling the weight of the day's stress slip away.
The scent of lavender and mint filled his nostrils as he added a few drops of oil to the water, helping to calm his mind and soothe his senses. As he lay back, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift, the warm water caressing his skin and lulling him into a state of relaxation. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the bath was like music to his ears, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. For a moment, he forgot about the stresses of his training and the challenges that lay ahead. In this moment, all that mattered was the simple pleasure of a bath and the peace it brought to his weary soul.
Garr sat at his desk, poring over the thick leather-bound tome in front of him. He had barely slept the night before, his mind racing with excitement over the progress he had made with his Blink ability. But now, he had to focus on studying to perform a new technique: Hitch. He flipped through the pages, scanning the diagrams and descriptions of how the technique worked. He could feel his excitement dampening as he read about the intricacies of it.
It was clear that Hitch was not an ability to be taken lightly. Garr took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He reminded himself that he had come this far, and he wasn't going to give up now. He spent the next hour reading through the pages, absorbing as much information as he could, determined to be prepared for class. As he closed the book, he felt a newfound sense of confidence. He was ready to take on the challenge of learning Hitch, and he was determined to master it, no matter what obstacles he may face along the way.
It wasn’t long before breakfast time came along. Garr sat at the table, picking at his food as he listened to his brother and father discuss business. He was still thinking about the Traversion and trying to remember all the details from the book he had read that morning. His brother was telling their father about how he had recently reorganized his slaver business and how it had helped improve productivity. "It's amazing how much a clean and organized workplace can do," his brother said, taking a sip of his tea.
"Customers are happier and the slaves are healthier. It also makes it easier to keep track of inventory." Garr's father nodded thoughtfully, taking a bite of his breakfast. "Yes, cleanliness is important in any business," he said. "It shows that you take pride in what you do and that you respect your customers and employees." Garr couldn't help but think about how messy his own room was and how it could potentially reflect poorly on him if he were to start his own business. He made a mental note to start cleaning more regularly and take pride in his work, just like his brother.
Garr arrived at school early in the morning, eager to get to his class. He joined the other students in the wide open class room, where the instructor explained the mechanics of the ability. Garr listened attentively, but he found it difficult to grasp the concept. The instructor noticed Garr's confusion and approached him.
"Is everything alright, Garr?" she asked. She knew Garr usually had trouble with Traversion magic. From past lessons she could recall him asking a lot of questions and handing in poorly written essays.
"I'm not sure if I fully understand how to actually use the Hitch ability," Garr replied.
The instructor smiled. "It's okay. It takes time to get the hang of it. Let me show you."
She described how to align the spatial pathways between herself and an object, and pointed to a wooden ball on her desk. She then caused it to disappear and reappear in her hand. Garr watched closely, but he still didn't quite understand.
Garr felt a twinge of frustration as he stared at the wooden ball in his teacher's hand. He had been practicing his Hitch ability for weeks now, but it still wasn't coming easily to him. As he looked around the classroom, he noticed that his instructor had set up a series of obstacles around the room. There were wooden boxes stacked on top of each other, chairs turned upside down, and even a few swords and shields leaning against the wall. Garr frowned and focused on using Hitch to move the wooden ball from his teacher’s hand to his own, but nothing happened. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind, picturing the path he wanted the ball to take, but still, nothing. Sweat began to bead on his forehead as he concentrated harder, feeling the weight of his own frustration building inside him.
Still, nothing.
The instructor watched as he struggled to execute the Hitch ability. She could see the frustration on his face as he tried and failed to align the spatial pathways between himself and the wooden ball. She walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Garr," she said in a calming tone, "I can see that you're struggling. But it's important to remember that Hitch requires quickness and precision. If you're not able to align the spatial pathways between yourself and the object fast enough, the technique simply won't work."
Garr nodded, absorbing her words. "I understand," he replied, his voice reflecting a sense of defeat.
The instructor took a deep breath and then held out the wooden ball in front of Garr. "Watch carefully," she said, and then demonstrated the technique. In a swift motion, she aligned the spatial pathways, creating a minute portal through which the ball entered and then exited at a point that was also within her field of view. The ball appeared to vanish from her hand, only to reappear in her other hand in an instant.
"See how quickly I did that?" she said, holding out the ball again. "Now it's your turn. Focus, align the pathways, and make the ball disappear."
Garr took a deep breath and concentrated on the wooden ball in front of him. He tried to visualize the spatial pathways, imagining them aligning and creating a portal through which the ball could pass. He made a small hand motion, attempting to align the pathways. But nothing happened.
The instructor sighed, but did not seem surprised. "Again, Garr. You can do this. Just remember to be quick and precise."
Garr nodded and tried again, repeating the same motion. But again, nothing happened. He could feel the frustration building up inside him, but he tried to stay calm and focused. He made another attempt, but still couldn't seem to align the pathways quickly enough.
The instructor could see that Garr was struggling, but she remained patient. "Keep trying, Garr. It takes time and practice to master this technique. Don't get discouraged."
Garr took a deep breath and tried once more. He focused intensely on the wooden ball, visualizing the spatial pathways and imagining them aligning. And then, to his amazement, the ball disappeared from the instructor's hand and reappeared in his own. He looked up at the instructor with a look of triumph on his face, and she smiled at him.
"Congratulations, Garr. You did it. Remember this feeling, and let it motivate you to keep practicing and improving. And remember, you must have vision of the object and where you want it to go. If you don’t, then you’re just asking to mess up."
Garr felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. He knew that he had a long way to go before he could master Hitch, but he was determined to keep working at it.
Garr's determination kicked in as he practiced over and over again. He focused on his spatial awareness and the speed with which he aligned the pathways, remembering the instructor's advice. He started with small wooden balls, making sure to move them with ease from one hand to another. Then he moved on to books, ensuring that he could move them quickly and accurately. It wasn't easy, and he struggled with larger objects like shoes, but he refused to give up. He continued to practice until he felt confident that he could transport objects of various sizes and weights with ease. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he concentrated on the task at hand, his muscles tense with the effort. Finally, he was satisfied with his progress and smiled to himself.
Garr entered his small living space, sweat beading on his forehead and back from the long day of training. He could feel the heat emanating from the walls of the underground city, a constant reminder of the harsh and unforgiving environment in which he lived. As he approached the estate’s bathing chamber, he saw that it was unoccupied, a welcome relief to his tired body. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shallow pool, feeling the coolness of the water envelop his body. He let out a deep sigh of relief as he submerged himself, feeling the weight of the day's stress slip away.
The scent of lavender and mint filled his nostrils as he added a few drops of oil to the water, helping to calm his mind and soothe his senses. As he lay back, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift, the warm water caressing his skin and lulling him into a state of relaxation. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of the bath was like music to his ears, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. For a moment, he forgot about the stresses of his training and the challenges that lay ahead. In this moment, all that mattered was the simple pleasure of a bath and the peace it brought to his weary soul.
