[Aydyn Blair]

Aydyn got herself situated, sitting cross-legged on the ground, the staff in the very center of the pentacle. With her hands clasped lightly in her lap, Aydyn began to strip away her senses and her thoughts as she meditated, drawing herself down into a deep, meditative trance. It was a much easier thing to do as an Adept despite the chill that nipped at her nose and stirred her cloak around her; little things like this would have, previously, drawn her out of her gradual relaxation.

She reached out towards the Nature essence of her sphere, brushing against it, focusing upon it. Always Aydyn had seen the different energies around her as faint, earthy wisps. Brown, green, the blue of the sky and water...they mingled through the world and caressed her senses. The essence itself seemed a strand of these, combined, rolled together, not muddied in the slightest, but a distinct palette of the earthy hues. She touched upon them with the familiar reverence of a person who enjoyed what she had chosen in her life, full-heartedly embracing it with the tender love of someone who wished to do no harm.

Gently, Aydyn found her comfort with the Essence, gaining a connection with it that she could not before recall having. Carefully, she began to draw on it, coaxing it from the Astral Plane and into the Material even as she opened her eyes to experience that moment of physical and arcanic awareness. It made her a little hazy, but she clung on to the sensation, rode through it, and watched in some amazement as the staff in the heart of the pentacle rose up from the ground and hung there, dipping a little before stabilizing.