Expectedly, Moritz had a question. He thrust his hand into the air, and Madeira nodded at him to go ahead. Puddled on the desk in front of him she noted his fully formed soulmist.
"Not everything needs rules and measurements", Madeira smiled privately to herself. It was a very Moritz question. Everything must be quantified and accounted for and explained to the boy. "The blood used in soulmist is just for activation, so I've found that one drop will do for however much I've made. But if you want to experiment with mass-produced soulmist and the blood to dough ratio, be sure to let me know what you find." She did wonder if that would change anything, though not enough to try herself. She never needed more than she carried on her, as her soulmist didn't rot. "But how much soulmist you can produce at a time is partly due to your skills as a spiritist, not just how much blood and dough. A master can make more from those crackers than a novice, simply because they're more practiced at it."
"As for what happens to the foods djed... Hmm, that's an interesting question, Moritz. Spiritism doesn't deal very much with djed, so I'd ask one of the Aurist teachers here for a more complete answer. But did you know that a ghost has no djed? Or rather, in the transformation from living to dead, their djed decays and is inert. Since this food is undergoing this same death transformation with a sliver of your own soul, I'll assume its djed decays too. It's physical properties are likewise changed by your soul, which you feel inside your body as it transmutes."
Opening up her posture, she addressed the entire class.
"If you have questions about how things work, I'll encourage you all to experiment! I once worked with a candlemaker in Alvadas to see what would happen when soulmist was mixed in with different elements of the candle-making process. What if you soaked the wick in soulmist? What if you imbued it into the liquid wax? As it turns out those candles, when burned, attracted ghosts from miles away. Curiosity is good. Ask questions, discover things. That is how you'll get the answers you need, and expand this craft with new tools and techniques."
Somewhere in the depths of the tower a bell began to peal. In the corridor outside a hum of activity started up as classes ended and students flooded the hall.
"Okay, that's it for today. Your regular teacher will be back next class. Pack up your things, clean up your desks. If you have soulmist either take it with you or leave it behind for the ghost."
A chorus of "yes, ma'am" was bleated by the class as they dutifully gathered themselves up to leave. Emma shuffled in behind the desk and Moritz to stay out of the way. The students thanked Madeira as they filed past, spilling out into the bustling Tower.
"You're initiated", Madeira mentioned offhandedly, looking down at where Moritz sat in the teachers chair. She reached down and squeezed his shoulder with her right hand. "That means your a spiritist now. Congratulations, Moritz."
"Not everything needs rules and measurements", Madeira smiled privately to herself. It was a very Moritz question. Everything must be quantified and accounted for and explained to the boy. "The blood used in soulmist is just for activation, so I've found that one drop will do for however much I've made. But if you want to experiment with mass-produced soulmist and the blood to dough ratio, be sure to let me know what you find." She did wonder if that would change anything, though not enough to try herself. She never needed more than she carried on her, as her soulmist didn't rot. "But how much soulmist you can produce at a time is partly due to your skills as a spiritist, not just how much blood and dough. A master can make more from those crackers than a novice, simply because they're more practiced at it."
"As for what happens to the foods djed... Hmm, that's an interesting question, Moritz. Spiritism doesn't deal very much with djed, so I'd ask one of the Aurist teachers here for a more complete answer. But did you know that a ghost has no djed? Or rather, in the transformation from living to dead, their djed decays and is inert. Since this food is undergoing this same death transformation with a sliver of your own soul, I'll assume its djed decays too. It's physical properties are likewise changed by your soul, which you feel inside your body as it transmutes."
Opening up her posture, she addressed the entire class.
"If you have questions about how things work, I'll encourage you all to experiment! I once worked with a candlemaker in Alvadas to see what would happen when soulmist was mixed in with different elements of the candle-making process. What if you soaked the wick in soulmist? What if you imbued it into the liquid wax? As it turns out those candles, when burned, attracted ghosts from miles away. Curiosity is good. Ask questions, discover things. That is how you'll get the answers you need, and expand this craft with new tools and techniques."
Somewhere in the depths of the tower a bell began to peal. In the corridor outside a hum of activity started up as classes ended and students flooded the hall.
"Okay, that's it for today. Your regular teacher will be back next class. Pack up your things, clean up your desks. If you have soulmist either take it with you or leave it behind for the ghost."
A chorus of "yes, ma'am" was bleated by the class as they dutifully gathered themselves up to leave. Emma shuffled in behind the desk and Moritz to stay out of the way. The students thanked Madeira as they filed past, spilling out into the bustling Tower.
"You're initiated", Madeira mentioned offhandedly, looking down at where Moritz sat in the teachers chair. She reached down and squeezed his shoulder with her right hand. "That means your a spiritist now. Congratulations, Moritz."
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