[Isaah] Meditations and Brief Clarity

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Spell name: Pulse
Spell Main Element: Water
-Spell Sub Elements: Sound
Affinity Strength: 2
Function: The caster sends out a variety of pulses around them, detecting objects in their path similar to sonar. Marking objects and individuals in this way allows for mages to detect hidden enemies, even while blind. The stronger the affinity, the further away a caster can sense their target, increasing by 4 meters per affinity level.
Availability: Open

Word Count: 200

    A lot had happened in the past few... weeks? Months? Time had been hard to track. Everything felt so fast and yet so slow all at the same time. Not just stressful, but providing a strange clarity in Isaah's life that hadn't been there before. The young mage had a difficult time attempting to make sense of it all. After being in the academy for so long, he tried to now brute force his way out of the mindset he became so used to.  It was a weird period of adaptation. Of learning. Of growth Isaah didn't know what to even do with. 

    So in the times of quiet, he took to meditations. Surrounded by water and the sounds of rolling ocean waves, Isaah held himself in the depths and breathed easy. Submerging himself in water always gave him a sense of comfort. It felt like the boy could breathe more clearly under the surface. Despite the tragedy that birthed his development, the ocean always felt more like home. Perhaps it was the spirits of his parents gently embracing him with the waves. With each breath, a gentle pulse left him. Shaped the world in his mind. Seeing without eyes. The rocky, sandy ocean floor. Fishes as they swam around him. On the surface, he could certainly do the same, but it was more limited. It took more focus to pulse the water in the air, and the shapes had far less clarity than the raw element.

    Useful for combat, not for comfort. 

    After what felt like hours of sitting below the waves, watching ocean wildlife swirl around him, the young man let out a sigh and opened his eyes again. He could see further without his eyes, and yet the crystal blue was still so beautiful with his own vision. With a swirl, the boy launched back to the surface. The beach was quiet and lonely. Isaah pulled the water from off his clothes and hair and made his way back. Odd to think that the isolated beach was no longer a good metaphor to describe him. Perhaps he was growing as a person. 

Final Word Count: 356/200

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