A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 7:
by Fur and Fantasy
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Jerik flattened his ears in frustration before he centered himself and calmed down. Two hours of work on the simplest First Circle spell, Light, and he was getting nowhere. It was still too hard to work his mind around the idea. Cantrip's were simple enough that flat out will managed it, but real spells required an understanding to cast with a staff that he just didn't have.
"You're trying to hard," Quasma offered, moving around behind him to rub his tense shoulders a little. "Relax a bit; you're thinking so hard about how to do what you're doing that you're not doing it right."
"How do you not think about it too much?" He looked over his shoulder at her even as her relaxed at the touch.
"You remember how they drilled us in the basic symbols so much at first?" Remys said from where he was working, the tip of his practice staff etching marks in the air quickly, precisely, even as the Gila Monster spoke. He paused for a moment, repeating the gestures along with the words this time, a pale light as bright as a candle glowing from the quartz at the tip when he was done. "That's what I did, at least. It's not the same as using your hands to trace the symbols, so I've been spending the last few nights drilling myself in how to draw the entire magical alphabet at night. Ken's threatened to brain me with her breastplate if I keep it up too much longer," he admitted sheepishly. "But it's helping."
"That's a good idea," Tessi nodded; pleased with anything that would make class easier.
"Yes, it is." Jerik nodded thoughtfully. "It sounds like something to practice together, and save our Defenders the headaches." He added with a bit of a wink. "We can spot each other for accuracy too."
"Sounds good to me," Quasma nodded. "And it explains why you're so good at rattling those off," she added to Remys with a chuckle.
"It might just be a Necromancy thing," Remys shrugged slightly, "but I'm pretty sure most of us do it. Every once in a while I'll catch one of the mages in my school unconsciously drawing symbols in the air while he's focused on something," he chuckled.
"That must look funny," Jerik snickered and moved so Remys could watch all three of them begin to practice Altron, the first 'letter' of the magical alphabet.
"Especially when it's the ones who've gotten up to the real complicated signs," Remys chuckled, watching them practice. The Gila Monster thought about it a bit; it was interesting how, watching them, he could pick up bits and pieces of their personality, of their attitudes towards magic.
Jerik was slower about it, but made the signs almost perfectly when he did make them. It was all about control for him. He didn't fear magic or the power he wielded, but he respected it. Whoever had begun his training had drilled self-control into him and it showed, despite what it seemed like when they first met.
Quasma was faster, but clearly a little sloppier about it too, though well within the bounds of reason. She was comfortable with her training, maybe a little too comfortable. Like most diviners he'd seen, she was just a little unfocused unless it was some new piece of information that had caught her interest. Her skill was clear; she knew the letters, was getting pretty good at inscribing them, and didn't take the same level of care the others did.
It would have been unforgivably sloppy amongst the other necromancers, but when the difference between calling a spirit for interrogation and returning a spirit as a very angry ghost might be a matter of an inch in the wrong direction, you were careful. Amongst the diviners, it wasn't nearly as important to be precise.
Tessi ... what could he say? The daughter of two powerful mages with the full benefit of it, she came by this as naturally as she did walking. He was pretty sure she didn't need the practice, even at her young age; she was already drawing them accurately without really thinking about it. She'd be a force to be reckoned with when she had the rest of her training.
When they moved on to the third letter, Cetra, Jerik showed his mixed training again. Cetra was very similar to one in his native language, and he would still write it as a combination of the two when he wasn't focusing enough. Here, it was even more blatant that he wasn't as at ease with the magical alphabet as most his age, even though he could manage to do much more.
"You'll want to be careful with this one, Jerik," Remys warned him. "You're close to Cytralia, a summoning symbol."
The tom nodded and repeated Cetra slowly, thinking out each move, until he could do it without having to think about it.
For now, at least.
"We should probably take a break," Quasma suggested. "It's getting close to dinnertime, and Tim's going to start wondering what's taking so long, even if your Defenders don't."
"Tomar will take it as his opportunity to pamper me if I don't have dinner out first," Jerik grinned, his spirit brightened as it always was at the thought of his Defender. "Work on this again tomorrow?"
"Sounds good to me," Remys nodded easily. "I have to present my design work to Mage Erathol, so I might be a little late if he wants to question me on any of it."
A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 7: Staff Practice
6 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written December 25, 2005 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: Herath, Star Wars (Furry)
Primary Races: Feline, Gila Monster, Kat
Contents: Furry. Gen.
Blurb: Jerik, Quasma, Remys and Tessi get in a little after-hours practice, and the locals help Jerik understand something about magic with a staff.
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