[Flashback] A Taste of that Scholar's Ink

[Hadrian]

"The specific combination of glyphs that make up the focus tend to involve glyphs that specify receiving and holding, though there are other methods. Because it is the focusing of your will, each person's glyphs will tend toward their own personal style and arrangement. For all I know, I could teach you a basic sigil using pure Nader-canoch glyphs, and then in a year you might show me glyphs more akin to the celestial language... your soul having dwelt in the Ukalas." He spread his hands wide; it was an art as much as a science, was magic. "I have limited experience with summoning, but the more complex circles supposedly support more precisely targeted summons, and often their paths send djed where it needs to be to increase the power of the bonds the circle places upon the summoned creature, the better to control it while it exists here on Mizahar. One gets better with practice and experimentation, though it would be wise to temper risks with knowledge. "If you like, I can show you a simple store-and-release sigil..." Assuming Faraluun would want a demonstration, Hadrian took out some parchment and began to sketch out a simple combination of focus-barrier-trigger that he would be able to copy if he chose to do so.

[Faraluun]

Faraluun nodded in understanding, absorbing the young man's words. It was not surprising to find that this particular branch of magic harbored such creativity given it's nature. By Hadrian's own words, it served as a base for all sorts of magic, and it didn't surprise him to learn that it fostered a good deal of variety from its practitioners.

"If you could also demonstrate its use, that would be much appreciated" He tacked onto the offer, his curiosity in need to be sated with something more than simple drawings. It was also a not so subtle attempt to get the young master to expose to the ethaefal some of his magic. Knowledge was everything, and knowing more about Hadrian could only benefit him. Just as well, seeing another branch of magic in action would also be quite interesting.

[Hadrian]

Hadrian nodded, took a blank piece of paper and began to scrawl glyphs in a simple and well-practiced sigil. The focus involved adra, the word for water in Nader-canoch, but many others less recognizable. He ringed that sigil around with a barrier of runes that were quite clearly not from the written form of the ancient tongue, and the trigger was a stylized splash of ink more than anything else. It took several minutes, and he explained things as best he could as he went, though often he lapsed into silence so he could focus on his work. When his drawing was finished, his calligraphy as perfect as he could manage without spending undue hours after true perfection, he held the paper out to Faraluun with instructions to hold it over his chest. Then he took visible control of his breath for a few moments and pointed an open palm at the sigil covering the ethaefal's heart. The hand began to glow with blue light, whorling somewhere between smoke, steam, or something entirely not of this world. Then he said a word and the energy speared toward Faraluun, burying itself in the focus sigil. When the light was gone, he smiled and took the paper with shaking hands and set it down, writing under the trigger in plain Common: "Hold this over the sink and say splash." When he did so, the trigger would release the barrier and water would gush forth from the focus as if he had completed the spell's transmutation of energy to element.

[Faraluun]

As Hadrian began to draw, Faraluun kept silent, writing notes on the barrier, and on the placement of sigils not daring to try and draw a glyph himself yet. His own skill in fashioning drawings was hardly comparable to anything, and he'd rather not let that be readily known. Better to practice such things in private. The young masters words and work reflected a beatific order to glyphs, and alluded to the power that could be achieved through the masterful use of them.

Before he could follow such a line of reasoning though, Hadrian called his attention, and setting his quill down carefully, he took the parchment in his hands and held it over his chest as instructed. A quiver of apprehension shivered through him at the thought that he could use this moment for some rather unpleasant things, though he shook it from his thoughts. There where far easier ways than to dispose of him in this way, and he didn't think Hadrian had any such notions as of yet. Despite that he still tensed up warily as magic suffused into the air, prickling across his skin and a faint blue glow blossoming before him. A word was spoken, and suddenly the light winked out and the air was as it was.

"Thats quite the trick. Might have to learn something of the like sometime" He spoke as Hadrian took the parchment, and picking up a quill, he detailed his experience, as well as Hadrian's trigger for his glyph. "Could creatures be stored within the glyph?"

[Hadrian]

When Faraluun didn't immediately use the scroll, Hadrian was a bit disappointed. He was young yet, and few were they who were impressed by his work. Some students were envious when his work proved better than theirs, but that was a function of his hard work and focus more than anything. The personal magics were difficult for him so far, and the theoretical work in world magics made more sense to him. Stonemiller had called him a scientist of magic, and that sort of made sense to Hadrian. Time would tell, he supposed. He watched the Ethaefal take his careful notes, then smiled crookedly at the compliment, late in coming though it was. "I'm told one can store magical creatures within a proper sigil, but I don't know quite what that means. All creatures are magical when you think about it in a certain light. We're all made of complicated djed structures. I will have to get back to you on this one."