Ymiden, 28, 716
This was it then. With his Master’s permission, Oscar was finally here. He was at his home for this, likely he would be for the next few days. Sitting on the table before him were a pair of Imedyte Wells. Both were already shaped by the Seekers as requested. One in the shape of a ring, the other in the shape of a necklace. One was his; the other was to be created for Seeker use. To call him giddy was an understatement. The sight of the deep purple crystals was quite exciting for the young man and he could barely contain it.
Oscar picked up the necklace. The Imedyte had been cut and shaped into five polished fragments upon it. It was simple copper, nothing special but to an Ensorceller like him it looked better than any amount of diamonds might. Indeed to a sorcerer these were arguably worth more than diamonds. He licked his lips as he traced his finger along the side of the crystal, closing his eyes as he felt a tingle course up his spine. Ezymite had a hum to it, but this had a jolt almost like static. Even without his Sight active he could feel how much more powerful it was.
“Get ahold of yourself, Oscar, not like the Seekers sent you naked ladies.” He muttered to himself. Though really, he was having a hard time remembering there were indeed things almost as good looking as the Imedyte before him.
The Shaping step had been handled by the Seekers. It then fell to him to actually create the Conduits. Two Conduits. According to his mentor, this would take him the better part of a week. He needed to take his time with these valuable pieces of arcana. This wasn’t ezymite, he needed to map out exactly how to make Conduits with them. How to charge them and create usable outlets for magic. Oscar closed his eyes and started as ever with his breathing exercises. He was getting better with meditating before this and honestly, though he’d never admit it to his Uncle, he thought it might actually have been helping.
Calming his rather admittedly over excited mind was the first step. He needed to think clearly for this one. Distraction could lead to rather disastrous consequences. As a conduit that could likely hold more Mana within its confines that generally meant that the force of a Shattering would be even greater. The memory of his near Shattering with that Ezymite well was still very fresh in his mind. He wouldn’t repeat the same mistake here. Rushing had been his problem there. Trying to finish two in such a short span of time, it had been foolhardy.
Oscar took breath in through his nose and breathed out through his mouth, closing his eyes as he focused on his breathing. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was measured out and slow, ice water descending upon his mind to temper his thoughts a bit. He wasn’t exactly at the point of blotting out all distraction from the world around him, but hey he’d get there yet. Some thoughts still buzzed around his mind, thoughts of the crystals in his hands flashing through his mind and buzzing around like flies.
The young man pushed these thoughts aside as best he could. His breathing, he needed to focus upon that. He managed to just catch himself about to revert back to normal breathing patterns and forced himself back to breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. The reason he did this was that it forced him to actually think about breathing, to actively focus upon regulating it above all else. It was a simple practice and the fact he had to put so much emphasis upon it showed how painfully novice he was at it.
After about ten minutes Oscar opened his eyes once again and took the necklace up again. This one was to go to the Seekers. The ring was to be his new Conduit. Best to work on the necklace first, get that one out of the way before applying what he learned from it to make sure his was decent enough. He ran his fingers over one of the crystals again, smiling slightly. Magnitization was to be the first step though it was likely to take a rather long time. However he had time most certainly. This was his job after all. In the comfort of his own home no less. Couldn’t beat that.