Brysodine College of the Mystic and Magical Arts

Some quirk, meteorological or magical, you can't really tell here, caused a rare muggy stretch in the otherwise mild summer days of the Garwansch Valley where the Brysodine College of the Mystic and Magical Arts was cradled. But in an effort to console himself, Mandeeb reminded himself that it was only as half a humid as the monsoon days of his home in the east.

And you're sweating like a dez-atithi, he chided himself and then chuckled at the use of the word. Dez-atithi, the word for foreigner in his mother tongue could now apply to him as well. The two years he spent in Brysodine plus the year besides wondering and now he thought in the tongue of the region. Besides, his expulsion from his home marked him as an outsider anyway. Now his only connection to his home were the few Gurus that taught on campus and his quickly decaying memory.

But by Ganesh, was it muggy! Mandeeb was stripped down to his loincloth, a broad piece of muslin simply folded and knotted. It was mid-afternoon, and he had just returned from a grueling morning of conjuring. More than anything else it was hardest subject for him to grasp. While he excelled in the metaphysical arts partly from his own experience, the less familiar arts of the west were a challenging and exhausting. Unlike the metaphysics where one gained energy, the practice of conjuring required stamina.

He decided he'd meditate for awhile and then continue his biology assignment. Brysodine believed that the study of the life and it's position in the universe were essential to the understanding of magic. Hence, biology was a core requirement. His assignment was to study the mating habits of Marqueline dragonfly, and astroprojection allowed him to observe the insect up close and without disturbing his subject.
But before he got into a trance, he decided he'd apply something he had learnt. He conjured a mana-void and programmed a simple heat transference code that regulated the temperature and humidity. Another way he had changed since he immersed himself in this culture, now he adjusted his environment to suit him, rather than adjust to the environment. He stilled debated which philosophy was more valid.

Sighing he cleared his capricious mind that without his discipline would be inclined to engage itself it that fruitless argument. However unappealing the exercise was, it allowed his mind and body a welcome respite. His exhausting work left him somewhat scatterbrained. His years of training made the activity second nature, and almost automatically he reached the trance-like state without the aid of the mantras he was taught as a child or the fascinating totems some of his peers constructed. He visualized the lakeside clearing where he had located the dragonfly community, appearing in his mind with vibrant greens blues and the red of the earth in this valley. The vision threatened him with vertigo, but he calmed his displaced mind and recalled the constant objects he had memorized from his recent excursions. Quickly the vision came into focus, the doubling images rushing into one. With a little fine-tuning, he achieved a clarity he could reach with vestigial human eye.

Pleased with himself, he turned to the task that amazed even his own teachers, switched on smell and sound. Indeed the dean of the occult remained stubbornly unconvinced of this ability, but Mandeeb believed it was simple beyond his jealous superior's capacity. Tactility alone remained unattainable, but he was yet ready to give up. Smell came quickly, a breeze that he could not feel rushed a bouquet of fragrances from wild blossoms to his projected senses. Redlips, Fariekin and lovebruises he discerned by their fecund smell of these summer blossoms.

And then something else… more acrid and earthy… perhaps an animal. Sounds reached ethereal ears, startling in its urgency. He oriented himself to its source, the image shifting in jagged frames before settling again, and was a presented with a shocking intrusion to his research site. Or rather he was the intruder, because before him he witnessed two figures very obviously fucking.

A broad shouldered man, so much hair sprouting from his body he could have been mistaken as an animal, a view which would be supported by the bestial grunts, rutted a bodacious woman emitting a yipping whose body was eclipse by his mass. Her long limbs were wrapped around his girth, feet almost interlocked against his buttocks and hands clawing his shoulders and backs in ecstatic disregard. Their bodies were damped either from a recent dip in the lap or as a result of their exertion.

The man's hips rose high and dropped quickly, unrelenting, almost violent in its velocity. The heat causing his ballsacs to droop, but with every rise of his thrust, Mandeeb could see the man's thick meat plunging into his partner, her lips puckered, swollen, red and welcoming, hugging at the invading flesh. Mandeeb continued his voyeuristic jaunt, orienting his astral body to the fornicating couple on angle to another, unaware both his physical form was under very similar scrutiny by an unexpected guest...