The 81st night of spring had been a particularly eventful night for Satevis. What started out as an ordinary night had ended up in him getting roped into helping set up a puppet show, getting dragged halfway across town to convince a businessman to give up wood for said show, getting assaulted by an animatronic spider. getting forced to apologize for scaring said spider (that part still made him scratch his head), and getting kissed by one Minerva Agatha Zipporah, known as Tock to her friends and 'that crazy gadgeteer' to others. Unsurprisingly, it had been the last part that was still weighing heavily on Satevis's mind three days after the fact. Honestly, he still wasn't sure how he felt about her. He cared about her, and he was attracted to her, but he had only known her for about fifteen days now, far too soon for him to consider feelings that went deeper than that. Tock was a creature of impulse--he knew that part of the reason she had kissed him was because it was what felt right at that exact moment in time. She wasn't the sort of person who made a habit out of thinking in the long-term, about abstract things like emotions and feelings. There was a certain amount of whimsy to the things she created--Bitey the spider, for example--but for the most part, Tock was practical, focused on the here and now. Satevis, meanwhile, lived for the abstract, the unknown, the far-reaching consequences of present events. It was in the nature of an Ethaefal to consider the ramifications of things, to wonder how one event changed in the present would later affect the future. He didn't like not knowing things about himself. As such, his own feelings for Tock were subject to constant examination, and to internal debate. But that was not why he was at the library. He was here because when he was at Tock's house, at some point between the kissing and the spider attacks and the emotional consideration, his attention had drifted towards the animation circle that she had drawn on a large part of the floor of the workshop she called a home. And as he studied the simple circles, the chalk lines that would channel Djed into something that would give an inanimate object a soul, he had been struck by an idea. One that just wouldn't go away, and demanded that he act on it if he ever wanted to get any sleep at night. It was the reason he was sitting at a table in the library late at night, one book on animation spread out in front of him and three books on glyphing stacked in the corner of the table beside him. In a sense, he, Satevis, wanted to build something for Tock. But not in the sense that she built things. He couldn't hope to compare to the way that she crafted wood and steel and glass into things that contained life and movement, nor could he hope to build anything with a hammer and traditional tools. He was not a carpenter or a craftsman. But he was a wizard and a scholar, and there was more than one way to build. He wanted to build magic. His eyes moved furiously, determinedly over the page, skipping over the parts about specific techniques and reading in detail the parts that explained the process and mechanics behind animation. He wasn't trying to learn how to animate anything, but he would need to know as much as possible about the theory of the way the Djed flowed through the circles, because in the end, he was no animator, and he didn't intend to be. His right hand moved over paper, taking down notes in rapid Shiber--Shiber in case she found his notes, because he fully intended for this to be a surprise. He had already gone to his professor earlier in the week, asking for help with this idea. That he decided, had been a slightly awkward conversation, but interesting nonetheless. "Professor?" he asked, knocking on the door of the woman's workshop before entering. Professor Westwood looked up at him, a frown on her face. There were chalk glyphs all over the table in front of her, and it was clear that he had interrupted her in the middle of something. But she sighed, setting down her piece of chalk and turning to face him. "Yes, Satevis?" she asked. "Pardon the interruption," he said. "I'd like to ask a...theoretical question." "I'm listening..." she replied. "And I told you to drop the 'professor'." He ignored the last bit, because it had become almost routine at this point, instead thinking about how to phrase his question. "Suppose...a novice glypher wanted to enhance the animation circles of another mage--also a novice animator. Would that be possible...and how would he go about doing that?" Professor Westwood frowned, one hand on her hip as she studied him carefully. She folded her arms, meeting her eyes with a stare that told him he was fooling nobody. "This is for a girl, isn't it?" In his Benshira form, the flush on his face wasn't as noticeable, but it was there. "Maybe..." he admitted. "All hypothetical, of course." "Right," said Professor Westwood, raising one disbelieving eyebrow. "Hypothetical. Of course. Well...the novice glypher would...hypothetically have to do as much reading as possible on the process of animation, especially if he wasn't an animator himself. Then, he would have to make use of path-type runes to enhance the efficiency of the animation circles. He would have to carefully draw each rune, because the slightest mistake could end up breaking the circle...and make whatever novice animator he is...hypothetically trying to impress very angry." "It's all a question of efficiency," she said, frowning at him. "You aren't at the level where you can do much more with glyphs besides make other forms of magic more efficient. But in a circle without glyphs, especially used by a novice, a lot of the Djed gets lost in transition, transformed into other states before it can even reach its destination. Draw the right glyphs and you can minimize that. Draw the wrong glyphs and you'll be looking for a good florist...or a healer, if you and I are thinking of the same novice animator." She grinned slightly. "...Of course, if he showed his 'hypothetical' professor his plans before even attempting to implement them, she might be able to see whether or not his glyphs will help. Understand?" He nodded. "I think so," he said. "Good," she said. "Now get lost. I'm busy." The last part was said good-naturedly, so Satevis nodded, thanking her politely and leaving the workshop. That was how he had ended up in the library, reading as much as he could about the process to make sure that he didn't make any mistakes. Satevis flipped the page of the book he was reading, his eyes scanning over the next one. This was the second book on the subject that he had read in the past three days, and he was starting to get an idea of what he could possibly do. Next, he had to draw it, and then the runes to go with it. He flipped his blank book to the next page, beginning to draw. |