Post by Vetur Konungur on Sept 14, 2018 8:53:26 GMT
There was a wintry chill that slipped across the field as a young man whose hair was as white as freshly fallen snow was sitting in what one could describe an alcove in where the tree had parted perfectly for him.
Before the boy was a table that seemed to have been made from roots and stone, laid out with materials covering it. In the middle of the table existed a set of shiny stones, and a chunk of ice. The ice has water beading off of it as the young man’s attention seemed to be focusing on it. Those that were sensitive even in the slightest would feel the temperature around him dropping little by little just by the bits of reiatsu he was exporting from his body. He was currently in the process of pulling from the ice itself all the small bits of impurities that were first in the water that he created the ice from. He watched as small holes in the ice formed every so often and refilled with more solidified water. Small granules of elements would be pushed out as the ice refilled.
For those that were ignorant of what Vetur was, and the art he was playing with it would seem like he was just staring at the block. In fact he was refining it. It had started with him attempting to come up with a way to strength the ice he already often pulled for, but then it slowly changed. Gage changed something. The man had shown him the spear, and changed it rapidly right infront of him. Part of him wanted to make what the man was trying. Though he realized that he liked manipulating what was in the air or the earth in front of him rather than forcing something into creation similar to fire or lightning. As it stood, he’d been there for hours and the ice that he’d been playing with hadn’t melted.
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Before the boy was a table that seemed to have been made from roots and stone, laid out with materials covering it. In the middle of the table existed a set of shiny stones, and a chunk of ice. The ice has water beading off of it as the young man’s attention seemed to be focusing on it. Those that were sensitive even in the slightest would feel the temperature around him dropping little by little just by the bits of reiatsu he was exporting from his body. He was currently in the process of pulling from the ice itself all the small bits of impurities that were first in the water that he created the ice from. He watched as small holes in the ice formed every so often and refilled with more solidified water. Small granules of elements would be pushed out as the ice refilled.
For those that were ignorant of what Vetur was, and the art he was playing with it would seem like he was just staring at the block. In fact he was refining it. It had started with him attempting to come up with a way to strength the ice he already often pulled for, but then it slowly changed. Gage changed something. The man had shown him the spear, and changed it rapidly right infront of him. Part of him wanted to make what the man was trying. Though he realized that he liked manipulating what was in the air or the earth in front of him rather than forcing something into creation similar to fire or lightning. As it stood, he’d been there for hours and the ice that he’d been playing with hadn’t melted.
