Ruger thought for a moment, then explained his idea, his reasoning, and the effect he wanted from the little magic array to his pensive teacher in greater detail. Although his teacher gave no response and simply kept walking, Ruger knew he was listening.
After quite a while, they had reached the Inn.
"Hmm, not bad."
Immanuel finally raised his head, his smile returning.
"Although I haven't seen your spell model and don't understand the Dream Tree, if your description is accurate, you should be able to accomplish what you have in mind. Even if there are problems, they should only require minor adjustments. What's truly valuable is the idea itself, and this is a good one. Over their long lives, Wizards can devote themselves to making up for most deficiencies in their abilities. So it's often those elusive things that can't be forcibly captured-creative ideas and concepts-that set Wizards apart, making them not just different, but better or worse."
As his teacher spoke, he handed the paper back, indicating that he had memorized it.
"Actually, you don't need my help with this. I remember you controlling some hairs to help turn the pages when you were in the Library."
His teacher, Immanuel, stopped walking as he spoke and gestured for Ruger to open his mouth.
Ruger blinked, obediently stood still, and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
"Lend me a few of your hairs." Immanuel reached out to pluck the hairs around his mouth.
Ruger hurriedly stopped him and made a few spirit furs float up, soothing them into relaxing so his teacher could use them.
"I'll demonstrate once. You can inscribe a simple magic array yourself, even somewhere awkward to reach. You can use these hairs to do the engraving instead of tools that are difficult to