~Year 994
The officials of the Royal Court begin to grow uneasy at the High King's extended absence from duty.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
A small smile was set on Turace's lips as he watched Lord Rina cultivate his flame arts to stabilize his spiritual energy.
He sat crossed legged in the snow, his coat spread out behind him, his elbows were arched as his palms were placed upon each other, facing one another.
His joined palms blazed with a bright flame as though they were on fire, yet they remained unburnt.
The snow beneath him had all but completely melted and he exuded a warmth that balanced out the temperature in the area closest to him.
Just sitting there in meditation, an aura of serenity rested about him and Turace marvelled even more at the perfection that this man was.
