"Hmm, well, this is odd."
Here Beriadan was, enjoying a calm and quiet walk when the weather began to change. While he was relaxed, as that was what he came here to do, he was still attentive, and he noticed when his surroundings began to shift a bit too quickly to be natural. He briefly thought it might be Tharamos's Shrine messing with him, but he was too far away from it for that to happen. He had been walking through this forest occasionally for over a hundred years, and it was a bit strange for a mist to start forming in Xira of all places, a place that would be rendered completely dry should the deltas stop sustaining it. Now, that probably meant trickery was afoot.
Snapping out of his relaxed demeanor, Beriadan would start looking around him attentively, examining anything that seemed out of place. Was this magic? Was someone following him? Judging by the flow of Vikta in the area, someone was performing magic. He also figured that aimlessly searching an entire forest wouldn't be too practical, so he opted to counter magic with magic. With a rising motion of his hands, palms up, Dust Magic of air would begin forming around him, drawing energy from his body.
After he formed enough Dust for his intended spell, which was honestly not a lot, Beriadan would gather it in a loose ring around his body, condensing the particulate Dust into a more solid formation. How his magic interacted with whoever was messing with him would help him figure out what kind of magic he was up against. With an exaggerated snap of his fingers, and a smirk forming on his face, the ring of Dust around him would detonate, sending a wave of wind out in all directions. This wave also contained Dust that the spell had not consumed. These loose particles would act as a sort of mapping tool, winding their way around trees and giving him an at least somewhat accurate shape of the area as he felt their movement, looking out for any unusual shapes in the area.
Here Beriadan was, enjoying a calm and quiet walk when the weather began to change. While he was relaxed, as that was what he came here to do, he was still attentive, and he noticed when his surroundings began to shift a bit too quickly to be natural. He briefly thought it might be Tharamos's Shrine messing with him, but he was too far away from it for that to happen. He had been walking through this forest occasionally for over a hundred years, and it was a bit strange for a mist to start forming in Xira of all places, a place that would be rendered completely dry should the deltas stop sustaining it. Now, that probably meant trickery was afoot.
Snapping out of his relaxed demeanor, Beriadan would start looking around him attentively, examining anything that seemed out of place. Was this magic? Was someone following him? Judging by the flow of Vikta in the area, someone was performing magic. He also figured that aimlessly searching an entire forest wouldn't be too practical, so he opted to counter magic with magic. With a rising motion of his hands, palms up, Dust Magic of air would begin forming around him, drawing energy from his body.
After he formed enough Dust for his intended spell, which was honestly not a lot, Beriadan would gather it in a loose ring around his body, condensing the particulate Dust into a more solid formation. How his magic interacted with whoever was messing with him would help him figure out what kind of magic he was up against. With an exaggerated snap of his fingers, and a smirk forming on his face, the ring of Dust around him would detonate, sending a wave of wind out in all directions. This wave also contained Dust that the spell had not consumed. These loose particles would act as a sort of mapping tool, winding their way around trees and giving him an at least somewhat accurate shape of the area as he felt their movement, looking out for any unusual shapes in the area.
