Schnyder sat in the lounge with a rather large book in his hands; or more correctly a grimoire... He looked closely at the texts and shapes; the different kinds of spells and enchantments it contained knowing that he probably wouldn't even want to try learning most of these; especially the nastier ones; he found them quite disgraceful and lacking in honor and pride as a wizard. But reguardless he took atleast some interest even in the ones he was less than fond of simply to understand them and in the event he be caught he might be able to disengage them. Schnyder didn't like to show it much but he had developed a great sence of pride in his sagacity and moreso in his Astromancy and Ethrealmancy as he found that compared to some other forms of magic and spellweaving they were quite neutral and merciful. Coming across a sacrificial ritual Schnyder sighed and closed the giant book twisting a knob on the cover and pulling on it making the grimoire lock itself before he popped the knob back in and sealed it with a simple crossed square and diamond mark until he was ready to read both some of the more enlightening practices and the ones that sickened him so...
Almost reeling he put the great piece of reading material underneath his right arm using the hand to hold a firm grip apon the spine. Sometimes he wondered why he had chosen this book to check out from the library; sometimes he wanted to burn it; othertimes he found something graceful and interesting and he wished it was his piece of scripture. Normally this was a teacher's book for classes built around defending one's self against treacherous magics and surviving to see the battle through however for Schnyder it had a more important meaning to study. He used this book to balance his Astromancy and Ethrealmancy; to obtain a much deeper level of control over them and a much deeper depth within each use but still enough he had a long way to go before he was done with these scriptures; each page gave him a better understanding of exactly how he could use his technique and made him wonder where he really came from and what exactly he really was. Each page also made him feel more in touch with his technique. Though he rarely used it in public he practiced vigorously in his privacy to understand it more rather than just learning geometry and drawing more shapes; stars and markings but the core creation; execution and disarming of it.
Water sprang from the fountain as the maroon eyed boy got a drink of water returning to his seat and taking a deep sigh before looking at the grooves in the ceiling almost smiling. He didn't know who he was; where he came from; and how he could do what he did but oddly enough he was content... happy even that he could enjoy learning this type of sagacity and wisdom in a safe environment where his appearence didn't scare people and for as seldom as anyone every would see his technique noone would try to analyze or even care about it... In truth he had become almost comfortable here.
Almost reeling he put the great piece of reading material underneath his right arm using the hand to hold a firm grip apon the spine. Sometimes he wondered why he had chosen this book to check out from the library; sometimes he wanted to burn it; othertimes he found something graceful and interesting and he wished it was his piece of scripture. Normally this was a teacher's book for classes built around defending one's self against treacherous magics and surviving to see the battle through however for Schnyder it had a more important meaning to study. He used this book to balance his Astromancy and Ethrealmancy; to obtain a much deeper level of control over them and a much deeper depth within each use but still enough he had a long way to go before he was done with these scriptures; each page gave him a better understanding of exactly how he could use his technique and made him wonder where he really came from and what exactly he really was. Each page also made him feel more in touch with his technique. Though he rarely used it in public he practiced vigorously in his privacy to understand it more rather than just learning geometry and drawing more shapes; stars and markings but the core creation; execution and disarming of it.
Water sprang from the fountain as the maroon eyed boy got a drink of water returning to his seat and taking a deep sigh before looking at the grooves in the ceiling almost smiling. He didn't know who he was; where he came from; and how he could do what he did but oddly enough he was content... happy even that he could enjoy learning this type of sagacity and wisdom in a safe environment where his appearence didn't scare people and for as seldom as anyone every would see his technique noone would try to analyze or even care about it... In truth he had become almost comfortable here.