A Portrait in Green

[Ashfalcon]

Darthalien stood in the marked-off area of the Channeling Yards, quickly extending a loose net of Spirit and nodding to himself as it reached the tied off wardings that enclosed his chosen practice area. Nothing that he tried in here could damage anyone except himself, which was exactly what he needed.

He'd chosen this particular area because someone had shaped a number of stone targets from the bedrock below the field: a couple of stalagmites, a half-dozen man-sized monoliths, four pillars twice his own height, and a scattering of good-sized boulders. They'd make good targets for what he intended to practice, and he was strong enough in Earth to clean up afterwards... which would be good practice also.

He stepped back, let himself relax, and emptied his thoughts. When his mind was completely gray, he reach for Saidin and found it, filled himself with it. Then he shaped the second weave he'd ever discovered on his own: the fire-spear, shaped from Spirit laced with Fire and Earth. He looked at the nearest stone monolith, and then set himself and thrust.

The spear pierced the stone. Not all the way through, but deep enough to shatter it.