Author's Note: So I haven't updated in forever. Hrm. I've been busy with life, you see. But here it is, another little Lyserg-centric almost-drabble. Sorry it took so long to get out.
A childhood pastime with candy at the end.
When Lyserg Diethel thought about the very beginning of his training as a dowser, that was the only memory he could catch hold of. Dowsing, for him, was something that was always as easy as walking. It wasn't as easy as breathing, which one did without thought, but not as hard as playing soccer, which needed one-hundred percent of his concentration. It was something learned and hard to forget.
If his vague memories were correct, he learned dowsing in the form of a game, a 'use the materials provided to find the object' kind of game similar to his 'Find It' book, except he was given rewards for winning at this 'game'. It's stupid, he remembers his much younger self thinking, to be getting prizes for finding in a Find It game.
