Random Challenge #7
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yrae
Title~ Housekeeping
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine. And so's the sand X)
Notes~ Doing these: "YAMIN! and a handful of sand... in a setting of your choice =D" ~set by Crystal ^^
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Yamin climbed the long flight of spiralling stairs up the tower to her room, a determined crease furrowing her brow. She swung the heavy oak door open, sat down at her desk and pushed the papers and inkwell aside. There would be no writing today. More pressing matters needed her attention.
She dumped the sand she had collected from the stables on her desk and stared hard at it.
So long as the sand was in a vessel of some sort, she was easily able to lift the container with her magic, the sand held easily inside it. But if she took it out and tried to lift just the sand, she could somehow only manage four or five grains at a time.
It was the same with water. For some reason, the yrae magic could only recognise sand and water as hundreds of tiny particles, rather than a solid mass as with a stone or a bottle. It could only fix itself on a few objects at a time, and in the case of the mound of sand on Yamin’s desk, that amounted to a few grains of sand.
The young healer sighed heavily. A gentle breeze could lift more than five grains of sand. If only there was some way to make the magic think of the granules as a single object.
She raised her eyebrows slightly while contemplating the idea. ‘Yes, Yamin, make the magic think.’ She rolled her eyes and leant back in the chair, arms folded.
Maybe if she could make a sort of bowl from the yrae magic, instead of trying to pick up each individual grain, that might work.
She frowned, holding her hands out as though cupping a bowl, which manifested itself in the faintly glittering blue light of the yrae stone. Gently, she pushed the makeshift bowl to the desk, laid it under the sand, and lifted.
The healer’s hands fell back into her lap, allowing the blue bowl to disintegrate. As always, a tiny pinch of grains were held up by the magic. The rest of the pile remained immobile.
She tried swishing the magic over the sand with a flick of her head, like a gust of wind, but again only a miniscule number of granules responded.
She cupped one hand and formed a small ball of energy in it, hurling it at the handful of sand as much in frustration as in an attempt to make it move. A small crater lay in the side of the pile, as though she had pressed her thumb into it. As far as Yamin was concerned, it was debatable whether or not this was progress.
It was a project she’d been honing on and off for the past seven years, and it frustrated her immensely that nothing had yet come of it. She sighed and scooped the sand back into the jar with her hand, then walked to the window and emptied the rust-coloured sand into the wind.
What good was the rarest and most powerful kind of magic Raykinians knew of if it couldn’t make such a mundane task as sweeping any easier? Maybe she’d try with some more success next year.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ 'min is mine. And so's the sand X)
Notes~ Doing these: "YAMIN! and a handful of sand... in a setting of your choice =D" ~set by Crystal ^^
Yamin climbed the long flight of spiralling stairs up the tower to her room, a determined crease furrowing her brow. She swung the heavy oak door open, sat down at her desk and pushed the papers and inkwell aside. There would be no writing today. More pressing matters needed her attention.
She dumped the sand she had collected from the stables on her desk and stared hard at it.
So long as the sand was in a vessel of some sort, she was easily able to lift the container with her magic, the sand held easily inside it. But if she took it out and tried to lift just the sand, she could somehow only manage four or five grains at a time.
It was the same with water. For some reason, the yrae magic could only recognise sand and water as hundreds of tiny particles, rather than a solid mass as with a stone or a bottle. It could only fix itself on a few objects at a time, and in the case of the mound of sand on Yamin’s desk, that amounted to a few grains of sand.
The young healer sighed heavily. A gentle breeze could lift more than five grains of sand. If only there was some way to make the magic think of the granules as a single object.
She raised her eyebrows slightly while contemplating the idea. ‘Yes, Yamin, make the magic think.’ She rolled her eyes and leant back in the chair, arms folded.
Maybe if she could make a sort of bowl from the yrae magic, instead of trying to pick up each individual grain, that might work.
She frowned, holding her hands out as though cupping a bowl, which manifested itself in the faintly glittering blue light of the yrae stone. Gently, she pushed the makeshift bowl to the desk, laid it under the sand, and lifted.
The healer’s hands fell back into her lap, allowing the blue bowl to disintegrate. As always, a tiny pinch of grains were held up by the magic. The rest of the pile remained immobile.
She tried swishing the magic over the sand with a flick of her head, like a gust of wind, but again only a miniscule number of granules responded.
She cupped one hand and formed a small ball of energy in it, hurling it at the handful of sand as much in frustration as in an attempt to make it move. A small crater lay in the side of the pile, as though she had pressed her thumb into it. As far as Yamin was concerned, it was debatable whether or not this was progress.
It was a project she’d been honing on and off for the past seven years, and it frustrated her immensely that nothing had yet come of it. She sighed and scooped the sand back into the jar with her hand, then walked to the window and emptied the rust-coloured sand into the wind.
What good was the rarest and most powerful kind of magic Raykinians knew of if it couldn’t make such a mundane task as sweeping any easier? Maybe she’d try with some more success next year.
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