This is the circle we are all a part of
Who: endsorrow and needsheadphones
What: Magic lessons
Where: A park in the city
When: Day
Warnings: Mentions of death, most definitely. Otherwise, not a lot? Oh, and in the OP, the font Monotype Corsiva is used, so if that screws up, let me know and I'll fix it.
The form Braska prefers most for his PORTAL is a sphere. One more advanced than any that has graced Spira, he knows, but it is something familiar, something he can use with little difficulty. The sphere is ideal for transmitting video and works impeccably for voice-only conversations, but if he wants to send a written message, he's out of luck. This is luckily an easy fix, though, as a little concentration and a mental image is all it takes to change the PORTAL from a sphere to a leather-bound journal and a chocobo quill pen, the kind he used as a personal diary on the pilgrimage.
Meet me at the park behind your house at midmorning, he writes to Rebecca as the sun rises. We can begin your lessons then. That should be enough time for them to have some breakfast and for him to walk the couple of blocks between here and there. It looks as though the day will be clear and warm and perfect for learning magic.
Changing the shape of his PORTAL and dreaming a full Al Bhed breakfast into existence are easy tasks, as easy as the low-level spells Braska learned as an acolyte and new summoner. He remembers that back then, back when he first started, it was difficult. The level of concentration required, harmonizing with the environment around him to tune in with the pyreflies, pouring his energy (himself) into the element... Mastering those first steps was difficult. Luckily, though, with the way that Promenade works, Rebecca, as well as everyone else in the city, has all ready been picking up on those lessons. That head start should be enough to ease her into it.
"Hopefully," Braska muses aloud to himself as he cleans up after breakfast, "the way I was taught will still work for her, too." After all, pyreflies are Spiran. His magic and summoning works without a hitch, but for all he knows, the way things work in Promenade may just as well work against them here.
He locates his mask and puts it on, picks up his staff from its spot by his bedroom door, and sets out. The weather is promising to make his walk pleasant. If he leaves now, he'll be able to take his time and enjoy it.
What: Magic lessons
Where: A park in the city
When: Day
Warnings: Mentions of death, most definitely. Otherwise, not a lot? Oh, and in the OP, the font Monotype Corsiva is used, so if that screws up, let me know and I'll fix it.
The form Braska prefers most for his PORTAL is a sphere. One more advanced than any that has graced Spira, he knows, but it is something familiar, something he can use with little difficulty. The sphere is ideal for transmitting video and works impeccably for voice-only conversations, but if he wants to send a written message, he's out of luck. This is luckily an easy fix, though, as a little concentration and a mental image is all it takes to change the PORTAL from a sphere to a leather-bound journal and a chocobo quill pen, the kind he used as a personal diary on the pilgrimage.
Meet me at the park behind your house at midmorning, he writes to Rebecca as the sun rises. We can begin your lessons then. That should be enough time for them to have some breakfast and for him to walk the couple of blocks between here and there. It looks as though the day will be clear and warm and perfect for learning magic.
Changing the shape of his PORTAL and dreaming a full Al Bhed breakfast into existence are easy tasks, as easy as the low-level spells Braska learned as an acolyte and new summoner. He remembers that back then, back when he first started, it was difficult. The level of concentration required, harmonizing with the environment around him to tune in with the pyreflies, pouring his energy (himself) into the element... Mastering those first steps was difficult. Luckily, though, with the way that Promenade works, Rebecca, as well as everyone else in the city, has all ready been picking up on those lessons. That head start should be enough to ease her into it.
"Hopefully," Braska muses aloud to himself as he cleans up after breakfast, "the way I was taught will still work for her, too." After all, pyreflies are Spiran. His magic and summoning works without a hitch, but for all he knows, the way things work in Promenade may just as well work against them here.
He locates his mask and puts it on, picks up his staff from its spot by his bedroom door, and sets out. The weather is promising to make his walk pleasant. If he leaves now, he'll be able to take his time and enjoy it.
