“Wrote, past tense, I did that like... A year ago?" Clyde said nonchalantly. Light raised both brows to this mage, both surprised and excited that he had actually written a book. "I don't know, it was awhile back. But its a book about Reimancy, not instructing in its specific usage. Anyone can think up specific spells, wave their hands and chant words. But knowing how to use it, the proper thought processes and such, a understanding of the magic itself, that's far more difficult.”
Light nearly jumped with excitement. This book which Clyde spoke of was more than the answer to Light's prayers. He barely knew a lot about reimancy, nor did he believe that he even understood its concept. This book, which Clyde spoke of as though it was another object, could be his guiding bible.
“I usually keep a copy with me." Clyde waved towards his bag, and Light looked with an innocent child's smile slowly forming with his lips. "I've probably got one of the few copies I made in my things. Though if you want more examples of spells to try, or other such hand holding, I believe you'd find the book disappointing.”
Light shook his head, knowing that he would not dare to ask for magical spells from a man like Clyde. Clyde didn't seem like much of a hand holding mage. Light thought of him more as a teacher that allowed his student to solve his own problems after teaching a little of them. It was the same thought he had with his father, who would rather tell Light how to swim then throw him into the deepest waters.
"May I look upon one of your copies contents?" Light asked, waiting for that moment where Clyde says yes so that he could stare at the informational book.
Light nearly jumped with excitement. This book which Clyde spoke of was more than the answer to Light's prayers. He barely knew a lot about reimancy, nor did he believe that he even understood its concept. This book, which Clyde spoke of as though it was another object, could be his guiding bible.
“I usually keep a copy with me." Clyde waved towards his bag, and Light looked with an innocent child's smile slowly forming with his lips. "I've probably got one of the few copies I made in my things. Though if you want more examples of spells to try, or other such hand holding, I believe you'd find the book disappointing.”
Light shook his head, knowing that he would not dare to ask for magical spells from a man like Clyde. Clyde didn't seem like much of a hand holding mage. Light thought of him more as a teacher that allowed his student to solve his own problems after teaching a little of them. It was the same thought he had with his father, who would rather tell Light how to swim then throw him into the deepest waters.
"May I look upon one of your copies contents?" Light asked, waiting for that moment where Clyde says yes so that he could stare at the informational book.