not_in_the_book: (Clothes: Sword)
2008-03-13 11:21 am

Room 507, Thursday Morning

Underneath Ronan's bed, locked behind three layers of shielding, in a box designed for the express purpose of keeping it hidden away, were the shards of a sword. Not all of them -- some had been lost in the very process that shattered it. Still, it was a special sword for all of that.

It was hard not to be special when you'd been used to cut a doorway between worlds. )

Ronan bowed his head, smiling. It had worked.

[Establishy! Thanks to the lifted weapons ban, Ronan will have the sword with him -- scabbarded on his back -- wherever he goes, and his healing knife, sheathed, on his belt.]
not_in_the_book: (Speak)
2007-06-21 11:25 pm

A Secluded Area of the Beach, Thursday Evening, After Sunset

Wizards, being wizards, don't observe the religious festivals of the passing year -- or, rather, they observe the religious festivals of any number of faiths, none of which have any connection to their wizardry at all. Many wizards, though by no means all, find themselves drifting away from religion altogether, instead finding solace in the connection to the universe that their wizardry provides.

That said, many wizards find themselves appreciating the poetry of the universe, and offering respect to that poetry as their nature demands. Thus, Ronan found himself on the beach after sunset, sitting within a circle of candles as he stared out at the ocean. The candles were still and dark in their glass bottles until a single gesture from Ronan, the physical expression of a word in the Speech, set them alight.

There were no words spoken, nothing but silence broken by the arrhythmic sound of the waves. Ronan simply smiled, a soft, happy smile, as he felt the fire and water within his nature respond to the fire and water around him, dancing higher and higher within his spirit, a silent celebration of the summer solstice.


(OOC: Establish-y, not for interaction.)