Sitting down and resting in my stone hut, it's finally time to get to work.
Crossing my legs and take a few deep breaths and close my eyes to focus.
Peering deep into myself, two things become very apparent. The first is my mana.
If my mana capacity could be called a pool before, it's more accurate to now call it an ocean. No matter how deep I focus or attempt to find the bottom, the cold vast abyss seems endless.
However, now surrounding that deep, cold, pit of mana, is a warm ethereal golden glow. No longer thrashing about inside of me, it seems to have settled, reigning in my mana and keeping it from leaking out of my body. Convenient.
Now instead of having to focus on suppressing my mana, I have what amounts to a switch, either allowing it to pass or not.
Focusing on this golden glow, I slowly start to filter it up and through my mana networks, eventually bringing it to the tip of my finger.