since Ssinith has set up a morningtide class.
As Gilanor moved into the classroom he straightened his sash that his rush to get here on time had messed up. Brushing over the patch that he had gained from the illusion class the other day. He had enjoyed that class and had spent a few hours the other night practising the lesson of the cube, as well as trying to create an illusionary image of Ssinith. Though he was tempted to start on himself he had figured creating a detailed image of someone he had seen might be easier than creating one of himself from only partial reflections he had seen in mirrors.
It seemed however that his rush had been on no account as no other students had yet arrived for afternoon class. Though he had already taken one class in Elementalism he had no idea as yet whether the same professor would be teaching each other or even what to expect from it.
So far the various classes had helped him put together a more precise mental picture of magical energies as well as some ideas as to how to see past the various perception restrictions that reality seemed to impose on one's mind. As yet though his attempts at meditation had only allowed him to see the surface layer of the energies he hadn't yet been able to see beyond. He hoped the practise he had done with perceiving energies masked inside his own body might help him with breaking through the masking of the energies themselves.
