Tsaba studied the rune carefully before pulling out a new sheet of parchment and inking her quill. She'd noticed that Dr Marin had drawn with a brush; she'd never learned to use one, preferring the finer point and easy control of a quill for writing, but perhaps it was the preferred tool for runes? She'd have to ask.
The rune didn't bear any obvious similarity to the ones she knew from the body transfer ritual, but of course it was impossible to know from just one rune. The carefully copied it onto a fresh piece of parchment as accurately as she could, silently thanking Craun for the foreign texts and Lisaelis for the knitting patterns they'd each had her copy in the past. She focused solely on the rune as she sketched it, paying attention to neither the others in the room nor the time passing. About a quarter of the way through, her quill slipped; with a hiss of frustration, she pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and started again.
The second time, she took extra care to mimic each stroke. Once she had the whole thing copied out, she sat back and inspected it. It looked right, she thought; but then, she had no idea what was ans what was not important. In the alphabet she knew, some lines were more important than others; some moved due to variation in handwriting, and some needed to stay pretty much in the right position to be legible. Was Glyphing the same? She'd need a lot more practice to know. But to her eye, it looked like she'd copied the lines reasonably well. The real question was whether it would pass Dr Marin's standards.
Tsaba put her quill down, sat back and looked up, only then paying attention once more to the rest of the room.