The smile seemed off on his youthful face, but Aldebaran didn’t inquire further. The topic didn’t interest her in the slightest. If he didn’t understand, it didn’t matter, and if he did, he’d learned something. Either way, she wouldn’t bring it up again. It only tired her and kept her from pursuing things more worthwhile.
So when he asked about glyphs, her silver gaze lit up. It seemed her excitement had fired him up, if only just a little, and that in turn motivated her to be completely open with a fellow mage. Glyphing did prove relatively harmless to share as it only supported other disciplines. If Kaik used her lessons to improve his golems, that wouldn’t touch her in the slightest as she used it to enhance her reimancy.
So she nodded. “That’s what they’re used for most often, although they can also control risky magic, store spells or even objects. Usually there will be several glyphs that form a sigil. Let’s see...” While speaking, she stood, brushing dirt from her pants, and took a few steps into the clearing.
Picking up a stick from under a nearby tree, Aldebaran returned and began scratching lines into the dry earth between them. For teaching purposes, any material would be fine as the glyphs didn’t need to last long. She was drawing in silence, stopping and redoing parts of the glyph several times. The result was something like a letter, but more archaic and complicated. As a fellow mage, Kaik would instinctively know it was meant to store something. “This is the focus, the center piece of the sigil. Next comes the barrier that’ll keep the spell inside for as long as I want.”
With that, she began drawing a stylized circle around the glyph. Several variants of the same letter were connected by lines, like bars of a gilded cage. As she worked, Aldebaran locked her trembling excitement deep inside her mind. Her hands didn’t tremble and her gaze was intent. After she’d drawn the barrier, she scratched a small symbol over the circle. Hesitating for a tick, she wiped it out with a sleeve and wrote two different symbols, entwined and reaching into one another. The first said ‘speech’ and the second ‘up’.
Aldebaran straightened, slipping back into her meditation pose, and gestured towards the finished sigil in the dirt. “The last two glyphs are the trigger. They will deactivate the barrier, thus activating what is stored in the focus. However, there’s nothing stored in it yet, right?”
The Ethaefal held out her right hand and focused on her palm. Whether he’d asked for it or not, Kaik would get his demonstration. Staring at her white palm, she willed res out from under her skin and into the air where it manifested as a pale blue wisp of smoke. With a flick of her will, she transformed the outer layer into air and let it fall from her hand towards the glyph in the circle. Before it hit the ground, all res transformed into a gust of wind that disappeared in the glyph.
“Now that something is stored in the focus, I can trigger it. Ready?” A glint of mischief entered her gaze. As a mage, Aldebaran relished every opportunity to show off what she could do. After a dramatic pause, a single word rolled off her tongue. “Alat.” And a gust of wind rose from the sigil on the ground, rustling the shadowed leaves over their heads, tugging at snowy strands and wiping out all the lines she’d drawn.
So when he asked about glyphs, her silver gaze lit up. It seemed her excitement had fired him up, if only just a little, and that in turn motivated her to be completely open with a fellow mage. Glyphing did prove relatively harmless to share as it only supported other disciplines. If Kaik used her lessons to improve his golems, that wouldn’t touch her in the slightest as she used it to enhance her reimancy.
So she nodded. “That’s what they’re used for most often, although they can also control risky magic, store spells or even objects. Usually there will be several glyphs that form a sigil. Let’s see...” While speaking, she stood, brushing dirt from her pants, and took a few steps into the clearing.
Picking up a stick from under a nearby tree, Aldebaran returned and began scratching lines into the dry earth between them. For teaching purposes, any material would be fine as the glyphs didn’t need to last long. She was drawing in silence, stopping and redoing parts of the glyph several times. The result was something like a letter, but more archaic and complicated. As a fellow mage, Kaik would instinctively know it was meant to store something. “This is the focus, the center piece of the sigil. Next comes the barrier that’ll keep the spell inside for as long as I want.”
With that, she began drawing a stylized circle around the glyph. Several variants of the same letter were connected by lines, like bars of a gilded cage. As she worked, Aldebaran locked her trembling excitement deep inside her mind. Her hands didn’t tremble and her gaze was intent. After she’d drawn the barrier, she scratched a small symbol over the circle. Hesitating for a tick, she wiped it out with a sleeve and wrote two different symbols, entwined and reaching into one another. The first said ‘speech’ and the second ‘up’.
Aldebaran straightened, slipping back into her meditation pose, and gestured towards the finished sigil in the dirt. “The last two glyphs are the trigger. They will deactivate the barrier, thus activating what is stored in the focus. However, there’s nothing stored in it yet, right?”
The Ethaefal held out her right hand and focused on her palm. Whether he’d asked for it or not, Kaik would get his demonstration. Staring at her white palm, she willed res out from under her skin and into the air where it manifested as a pale blue wisp of smoke. With a flick of her will, she transformed the outer layer into air and let it fall from her hand towards the glyph in the circle. Before it hit the ground, all res transformed into a gust of wind that disappeared in the glyph.
“Now that something is stored in the focus, I can trigger it. Ready?” A glint of mischief entered her gaze. As a mage, Aldebaran relished every opportunity to show off what she could do. After a dramatic pause, a single word rolled off her tongue. “Alat.” And a gust of wind rose from the sigil on the ground, rustling the shadowed leaves over their heads, tugging at snowy strands and wiping out all the lines she’d drawn.