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by Roan » March 10th, 2016, 7:35 pm
Tia made a bit of a face as Sadira spoke about channeling under supervision, "I had a bit of a close call when I went through the basics of the One Power with Mirin Sedai, though she was Accepted at the time." She wrinkled her nose, "With one exercise, I almost. . .took in too much, and it was enough for me to know I need to learn control before I practice on my own. It's one of the reasons I was really happy you agreed to work with me today, Aunt Sadira." She finished her comment with a warm smile, and then watched as her aunt lit the candle.
Despite the number of channelers in her family, Tia still found it fascinating to watch other women embrace Saidar. It was even more fascinating to watch what they might do next as they channeled. In this instance, she watched as her aunt wove the small filament of fire and light the candle on the far side of the room. It was such a fine thread of fire her aunt wove, Tia wasn't sure if she had enough control over her affinity for fire to do something quite so fine.
The Novice thought back to her class on basic wards, and how she struggled bringing threads of fire into each weave. It was not nearly as challenging as pulling Earth in, but it did take her a great deal more effort than either Air or Water. On the plus side, the class did give her ample time to practice weaving with fire, though she never tried something quite so fine.
With furrowed brows, Tia nodded, "I will do my best." She sat up a bit straighter in the chair and took a deep breath. When she first learned to embrace saidar, she used the budding flower as her visual to help. Through her practice with basic wards, she (with no small amount of irony) found thinking of a flame in a blackened room helped her embrace saidar more easily, and thus, in her mind, she saw a simple flickering flame. Not a moment later, she embraced saidar and concentrated on pulling a simple thread of fire.
The thread wavered for a moment, and then dissipated, but Tia was not deterred as she tried again. This time, she visualized the small filament her aunt wove, and did her best to duplicate it. Focusing on the candle, she attempted a thin filament, though what she got was a bit. . .bigger.
While Tia was successful in lighting the candle, her weave took out the upper half of the candle-stick, leaving a stub of a stick left, though the wick on top flickered to life. Wrinkling her nose once again, and biting her lip, Tia meekly said, "Oops." The table, and everything around it was in tact, which was a good thing, though there were drippings of wax on the wall, table and floor.
