Timestamp: 3rd of Saun, Arc 721
The smithy of Skydas Keep had become something of a refuge for Prae—he found himself coming back here even when he didn't have anything he wanted to make, just to have a space to think. Today, Aurelia was out, so he had the place to himself. Settling down into a corner of the room, Prae closed his eyes, and focused. Silently, his awareness spread from his own body, outwards and outwards until it encompassed the room, until he was attuning to the smithy itself.
Notes of flame, of creation, of satisfaction permeated its song, and Prae smiled to himself. Even this place's frequency was soothing to him. Perhaps it was because he could hear a little of himself in it, so often had he been here.
But this was not all he was here to do this trial.
Spreading his awareness wider, Prae's attunement encompassed the armory in the back, and then further out still. Here, he started to hear notes of violence and competitiveness and camaraderie—the training yard, where his mercenary band trained, where he was due to lead an exercise in a few bits. Then beyond that, stone and steadiness and protection—one of the walls.
As he started to spread his attunement even further though, trying to attune to the other half of the keep, Prae found himself pushing up against resistance. This was the largest area he'd ever tried to attune to at once, and it seemed he had found the limits of his spark right now—trying to spread out his awareness to the other two buildings felt like trying to wade through sludge, dragging a log behind him. Even this simple attunement was starting to drain ether from him at an alarming rate, and he shook his head, withdrawing his sense.
Half the keep. He could attune to about half the keep. That was good enough, for now. He'd have to practice expanding it even more—Balthazar's range was far, far wider than Prae's own, and Prae's well hidden competitive streak wanted to catch up to the human soon.
Still, that was good enough for the trial. Standing, Prae shook his limbs out, rolling his neck before walking out the door to the courtyard beyond.
The smithy of Skydas Keep had become something of a refuge for Prae—he found himself coming back here even when he didn't have anything he wanted to make, just to have a space to think. Today, Aurelia was out, so he had the place to himself. Settling down into a corner of the room, Prae closed his eyes, and focused. Silently, his awareness spread from his own body, outwards and outwards until it encompassed the room, until he was attuning to the smithy itself.
Notes of flame, of creation, of satisfaction permeated its song, and Prae smiled to himself. Even this place's frequency was soothing to him. Perhaps it was because he could hear a little of himself in it, so often had he been here.
But this was not all he was here to do this trial.
Spreading his awareness wider, Prae's attunement encompassed the armory in the back, and then further out still. Here, he started to hear notes of violence and competitiveness and camaraderie—the training yard, where his mercenary band trained, where he was due to lead an exercise in a few bits. Then beyond that, stone and steadiness and protection—one of the walls.
As he started to spread his attunement even further though, trying to attune to the other half of the keep, Prae found himself pushing up against resistance. This was the largest area he'd ever tried to attune to at once, and it seemed he had found the limits of his spark right now—trying to spread out his awareness to the other two buildings felt like trying to wade through sludge, dragging a log behind him. Even this simple attunement was starting to drain ether from him at an alarming rate, and he shook his head, withdrawing his sense.
Half the keep. He could attune to about half the keep. That was good enough, for now. He'd have to practice expanding it even more—Balthazar's range was far, far wider than Prae's own, and Prae's well hidden competitive streak wanted to catch up to the human soon.
Still, that was good enough for the trial. Standing, Prae shook his limbs out, rolling his neck before walking out the door to the courtyard beyond.
