It was all the more encouraging to know that Castor really put his all into this, the fact he started to get serious with this training proved Ricky that he was a capable friend. All the same it was a relief to finally have someone Ricky could let his burdens be shared with, it eased much of the pressure he felt when he thought of facing the dangers ahead. He hadn't a clue what to expect or prepare for, so the best he could do was prepare those around him for the incoming storm ahead. As the two settled and rested Ricky found the breeze that wafted through invigorating, even if it were only lightly cooling him down in this heat it was all the more relief for him. That was when the question came, the oone question Ricky could not have expected, but thankfully knew how to give an answer to.
"I wondered that me self once. Zeltiva used t' be a city with pure peace and hardly any trouble, that was before I left t' go on me journey several years back. I come home last year t' find the place has changed, the sense o' peace I once knew immediately gone." He explained with eyes focused on Castor, there was sincerety in his voice as he explained this. "In order to preserve what peace there can be one has t' be willin' t' stand up and fight f'r it mate. Ye can't just wait 'round and hope others will do it, not when ya've the power t' do it yer self." He looked at the ground for a moment, then back to Castor with an idea in mind. "Think o' it like this..."
He stood up to turn to their hanging clothes and looked at Castor, mind focused on the will inside to call out the power he wielded. He could feel his Djed when he really thought about it, after a momentary dive into his mind he felt the energy deep within as he tapped into it's source. "When one stands t' make a difference he generally stands alone." He pointed to Castor's shirt, which resembled being the "stand alone" part. "However if others were t' stand with this one, and they together make a difference..." He placed his left hand over the shirt and focused, pulled his tapped energy from its source and willed for it to take form. A small faint light started to show as it slowly weaved its way over the part of the shirt his hand covered, it stretched and pooled over slowly as he moved his hand from the bottom to the top, until at last what once looked to be a liquidly molded shield finally settled into a solid royal blue sheen of faint light that faded out. "Then nothin' can stop their efforts t' hold peace in the city." He started to pant a bit as he felt himself rather drained like before, only this time he didn't feel as worn out.
He turned back to Castor to see if his example worked, or if his point of the explanation failed to come across or not. He hadn't thought of using magic to explain things, but he figured since Castor kept his secret and creating these shields taxed only so little energy, why not use it this one for a simple explanation as to getting a clearer answer out.